This felt like the film equivalent to an album I recently found, PHTHALO, from Rabbitology. On the surface, Nightbitch is a dark comedy about a woman feeling isolated and overwhelmed by the expectations put on her culturally, familially, and socially, but a poetic field of violent hyperbole casts a surrealist pallor across the story. This field occasionally concentrates and becomes tangible for the viewer in the visuals and dialogue, yet it is always present throughout. There is just enough ambiguity to leave the viewer questioning how much of the fantasy is literal, but this same ambiguity—or maybe the fantastical elements themselves—will alienate a wider audience. The weirdness and subtext are right on the level I typically enjoy. In that regard, to anyone who liked Under the Silver Lake, I might offer Nightbitch as the yang to that movie’s (much denser) yin.