The Furies (2019)

The Furies is the kind of slasher that doesn’t just sharpen the knives—it sharpens the formula, dropping you into a ruthless, high-concept hunt that feels nasty, propulsive, and surprisingly fresh. It’s anchored by a strong, resourceful female lead you can actually root for, and the film’s slick craftsmanship keeps the chaos legible even when the blood starts painting the frame. The gore is unapologetically heavy, but it’s delivered with a confident, almost gleeful precision that makes the whole thing feel more polished than its grindhouse premise suggests. If you’re squeamish or looking for subtle, psychological horror, this won’t be your ride—but if you want an energetic, inventive, girl-power-tinged slaughterfest that knows exactly what it is, The Furies delivers.

The Furies is clearly aiming for a savage, high-concept survival horror with a feminist edge, dropping its characters into a deadly game and letting the chaos rip. The problem is the story feels undercooked: the setup is fuzzy, the rules and logistics don’t hold up if you think about them, and the opening and ending can feel rushed and unsatisfying. It also leans hard on graphic violence against women, and if you’re hoping that brutality builds to a sharp point or meaningful payoff, you may find the message frustratingly thin. If you just want nasty creature-feature energy, practical gore, and a few punchy action beats, it delivers that—just don’t expect tight writing or a deeply earned commentary.