anne heche

Here’s the pitch: two women with grudges from their past reunite at a party years later. Fueled by alcohol and gallons of rage, they start beating the living crap out of each other. I’m not talking about some light hair-pulling or petty slapping; I’m talking full-on rampant violence that would make Quentin Tarantino wince. That’s Onur Tukel’s ‘Catfight,’ a pitch-black comedy and political satire about two women with an insatiable hunger for revenge, where head-butts and punches are their only form of therapy.