Chompy & the Girls (2021)

Chompy & the Girls is the kind of scrappy, pleasantly unhinged genre cocktail that reminds you why indie films can feel more alive than “perfect” studio products: it commits to its weirdness and somehow makes it fun. Skye Braband sets a tone that’s equal parts awkward-comic and midnight-movie alarming, where a fraught father-daughter meeting can pivot into a sci-fi-horror detour with a single jaw-dropping image. The movie’s charm is in how it plays by its own rules—messy, surprising, and refreshingly unconcerned with being polite—while still delivering real momentum and a sense of offbeat discovery. It won’t be for everyone, especially if you’re sensitive to themes of addiction, a roofie incident, or a brief self-harm attempt, but if you like your comedy dark and your horror strange rather than gory, this one’s an entertaining little jolt.

Chompy & the Girls wants to be a scrappy, offbeat mash-up of messy family baggage and midnight-movie creature chaos, with a “did that just happen?” hook that leans into absurdity. The problem is it often feels more like a collection of odd scenes than a tightly built story, so the humor and sci‑fi/horror bits can land unevenly depending on your patience for low-budget weirdness. If you’re expecting polished effects, consistent tone, or clear rules for what’s going on, this will likely test you—especially with moments involving drugging, substance use, and a dark self-harm beat that cuts against the comedy. But if you enjoy rough-around-the-edges indie films that swing big, embrace awkwardness, and occasionally stumble, there’s enough strange charm and B-movie energy to make it a passable late-night watch.