Piggy (2022)

Piggy sinks its hooks in with a premise that feels wickedly cathartic, then complicates that rush into something sharper and more human: a small-town nightmare where cruelty, desire, and silence all have consequences. Carlota Pereda stages the horror with a sweaty, sun-bleached atmosphere that makes every glance feel loaded, and she builds slasher-level tension without letting the story forget it’s about what bullying and body-shaming do to a person from the inside out. Laura Galán is extraordinary as Sara, giving a raw, magnetic performance that keeps you aligned with her even when the film dares you to question your own instincts. It’s brutal and morally thorny rather than cozy-fun, so it may not be for viewers who want clean heroes or gentler scares—but if you like horror that bites back and means it, this one’s hard to shake.

Piggy is clearly aiming for a nasty little moral pressure-cooker: a bullied teen gets a sudden, terrifying shift in power dynamics and has to sit with what that awakens in her. When it’s locked into Sara’s point of view, the film can be tense and uncomfortably effective, and Laura Galán sells the shame, anger, and confusion with real grit. The problem is the storytelling doesn’t always match the strength of the premise—pacing lags, character motivations can feel sketched rather than earned, and the movie teases big ethical questions without fully digging into them. If you want a tightly plotted horror-thriller or a deep, nuanced psychological drama, this may leave you cold, but if you’re up for a rough-edged, mood-forward revenge-adjacent horror with a strong central performance, it’s worth a look.