



Few horrors lean so literally into the idea of toxic relationships. Together is a slow-burn body horror that explores how co-dependence can curdle into something grotesque—how some couples stay together long past their expiration date, out of habit, inertia, or sheer emotional exhaustion. The premise is rich, but it takes its time getting there. The first hour is all scene-setting: awkward conversations, passive-aggressive sparring, and a thick undercurrent of unspoken resentment. It drifts more than it builds.
The comedic elements are surprisingly well-received—there’s a dry absurdity that works, particularly when the horror starts creeping in. That said, the dialogue occasionally feels overwritten, as though it was fine-tuned a bit too precisely for maximum cleverness rather than authenticity.
When the film finally shifts gears in the final 35 minutes, it does so with flair. One expertly timed jump scare had nearly everyone in my almost-full screening visibly jump. The body horror pays off, though some of the secondary effects lean into knowingly retro territory—stylistically playful, if perhaps not to everyone’s taste. The final act, however, ties things up a little too neatly, undermining some of the deliciously messy ambiguity built up beforehand.
There’s plenty of promise, but it takes patience to unearth.