Together (2025) Fantasia Review: Literally Stuck in Love

Somehow, I went in bracing for peak body horror—a full-throttle descent into the grotesque. I mean, with Neon’s wild marketing campaign for this film (at one point dropping a shot of Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sanchez just ahead of their wedding!), I was primed for nothing less than cinematic mayhem at its finest.

However, this movie was more like a sleep walk— no fear, no game, no nightmares. In fact, I am tempted to say that I had more fun watching Jennifer’s Body all those years ago. The only selling point that the film got going was the reel-to-real life love story between Dave Franco and Alison Brie.

Millie Wilson (Alison Brie) lands a job teaching elementary school English and relocates to the countryside with her long-time boyfriend Tim (Dave Franco), an aspiring musician whose grief over his parents’ recent passing has left him emotionally adrift. Shortly after their arrival in the countryside, they discover that another couple just like them mysteriously vanished. As curiosity turns to obsession—and their search for answers leads them deep underground, they find themselves trapped in a cave with no clear way out. Disaster strikes gradually as they come face to face with a sinister force that worms its way under their skin, twisting muscle, fusing flesh, and warping their bodies into something nightmarishly unrecognizable.

Matters are not helped by the kind presence of Jamie (Damon Herriman), Millie’s co-worker at the new school, who explains that the strange cave was actually a New Age church before it caved in. At one point, Jamie recalls Aristophanes’ myth on the origin of eros—the idea that we’re all searching for our missing half—and urges her to hold on tightly to hers. He then reflects tenderly on his own lost love: his seemingly deceased husband.

It strongly suggests the presence of a supernatural force—an entity that doesn’t just haunt the background but actively coerces, even compels, people to merge in order to further its own mysterious agenda. Millie’s trance-like pursuit of Tim feels less like love and more like possession—especially considering how the entity appears to stoke their emotions, heightening vulnerability and dissolving resistance. I mean, he really doesn’t want to be with her. The moment when “Say You’ll Be There” warps into an unsettling drone is a brilliant audio cue: a pop promise of togetherness morphing into something darker.

This all ties back to the film’s exploration of toxic codependency—two people bound together, not by growth or healing, but by a force that thrives on their unresolved pain, keeping them trapped in a loop of emotional entanglement without ever offering true resolution.

With all the hype leading up to its release—and those oh-so-mysterious posters—it seems Director Michael Shanks was on a mission to deliver the Ultimate Date-Night Movie. And if that means a mashup of weird rom-com bites and gooey body horror, then hey, mission sort of accomplished. But if you showed up expecting an actual horror film—you know, something scary—you might want to check the theater next door.