“How many more do I have to kill?!?” pleads a sweaty, bloody-knuckled Sabrina in the very first of way too many fights scenes in Raze. Ten minutes and 18 seconds into the film, she breaks the arm of an extremely confused medical claims adjuster (with an unfortunate background in kickboxing)—snapping the woman’s humerus bone (not funny!) with a loud, audible CRRRRRAAACK! She then uses both of her fists to transform other the woman’s face into a soft, gooey pile of meat that looks an awful lot like raw steak. “This is making me physically ill,” says my movie-watching pal, a normally tough-as-nails lesbian. “Why on earth would anybody watch this?” On paper, the storyline of Raze isn’t the worst, and can be summed up in almost one sentence: “Women get randomly kidnapped by a creepy, elitist secret society of weirdo rich fucks who force them to fight each other to the death with their bare hands, and then the one final winner gets turned back out into society as a newfangled Super Female.” Or something like that. There’s some bonus hokey pro-feminist mumbo jumbo like “No man could ever survive this!” and “To be a woman, you have to be devious in this world!” But nothing can compete with the sheer brutality of the fight scenes—the nonstop punching sound effects that sound like a small hammer hitting a wet cow. “I’ve watched horror movies, boxing matches, and even cock-fighting before,” says my friend. “None of it was ever as hard to watch as this.” (KELLY O)