The Corpse of Anna Fritz (2015)

The Corpse of Anna Fritz is the kind of thriller that grabs you by the collar and refuses to let go, turning a single, claustrophobic location into a pressure cooker of dread and moral rot. It’s lean, fast, and relentlessly suspenseful, with Hèctor Hernández Vicens sustaining momentum so well you can almost feel the air thinning as every bad decision compounds into something worse. Alba Ribas brings an unnerving presence that lingers over the film even when she barely moves, and the movie’s nerve comes from how it forces you to sit with the consequences rather than offering easy catharsis. Fair warning: its central premise involves extreme sexual violence and deeply disturbing themes, so it’s not for everyone—but if you can handle the subject matter, it’s a brutally effective, tightly made shock of a film.

The Corpse of Anna Fritz is clearly trying to be a tight, claustrophobic moral thriller about entitlement, voyeurism, and the terrifying consequences of a single unforgivable choice. The problem is it leans so hard on its taboo hook and relentless grimness that it can feel more like endurance viewing than meaningful tension, with characters who are difficult to invest in beyond disgust or frustration. If you’re sensitive to sexual violence or don’t want a film that uses shock as its primary fuel, this is absolutely not the one to “give a chance,” because the disturbing material is the point, not background. To its credit, it’s competently staged and does generate suspense in its contained setting, but you’ll need a strong stomach and a high tolerance for bleak, repetitive escalation to get anything out of it.