The women, now in their forties and having not seen each other since school, find that their lives have taken radically different paths.

Within minutes of their reunion, a rivalry is revived, old wounds are torn open, and a Manhattan stairwell becomes home to a woman-on-woman brawl the likes of which are seldom seen outside of martial-arts epics. And now the gloves are off. Over the course of five years and three bloody, bone-crushing rounds,  Catfight’s formidable adversaries will lose everything they cherish, and rail furiously as their fortunes are subject to wild reversals.

The absurdist use of fisticuffs in Onur Tukel’s extremely independent Catfight is unnerving, strangely hilarious, and, whether you accept it or not, meaningful.

VANITY FAIR

Catfight will turn off many from the outset (there were many walkouts during the screening I attended) but its strange combination of brutal physical comedy and pitch black satire make it an oddity

 worth fighting over.

THE GUARDIAN