Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
A profane funeral for western civilization. Unlike other Fulci’s end of the world scenarios, this doesn’t move towards cracking reality, but start with a series of disparate parts and allow them to cohere. It is also unique in that characters actually seek their destination instead of stumble into it. There’s a mourning feeling throughout, a ritual of passing. Most of the violence happens very late and there might be less of it, but there’s also a lot of sorrow. As often in Fulci he just finds images from eyes bleeding to a phone covered in maggots to heads squelching that are charged with power. One of Frizzi’s better scores as well.