Till Death

“I’m gonna cut myself free of you if it’s the last thing I do”

BY: BERYL BELMONTE

As someone who considers “Jennifer’s Body'' to be a cultural reset, I couldn’t wait to watch another movie of Megan Fox kicking men’s asses—and looking good doing it. While she definitely understood the assignment, I finished the movie feeling like it was just alright. To quote my own Letterboxd review, “this movie did too much and not enough at the same time.” 

“Till Death” follows Emma, who wakes up handcuffed to her husband, Mark, as he shoots himself the day after their 11th wedding anniversary. As she desperately searches the house for ways to free herself from this deadweight, she uncovers that this is all part of his twisted plan to get back at her for cheating on him. To make things worse, two sinister strangers arrive and start a deadly game of cat-and-mouse, hunting Emma down for the code to a safe full of diamonds Mark promised them. 

For a thriller, there were very few scenes that actually made me sit on the edge of my seat. The plot was predictable and the pacing was awkward. But the main focus of the film—Emma’s struggle to quite literally cut herself free from her narcissistic, psychologically abusive relationship—was what made this movie truly disturbing. As she dragged his lifeless corpse across the floor, I was reminded that Mark found a way to degrade and control from beyond the grave. Until the final seconds of the movie, I even started to feel suffocated.

So while it’s not something I would recommend if you want suspenseful build-ups and plot twists, “Till Death” is still a good choice of entertainment for my fellow misandrists.