THE CORPSE OF ANNA FRITZ (2015)

A CLAUSTROPHOBIC DESCENT INTO MORAL DEPRAVITY

IMDb Rating: 5.8
Anna Fritz, a world-famous actress and sex symbol, is found dead. Her body is taken to a morgue where Pau, a shy orderly, works the night shift. When his two rowdy friends arrive, they decide to take a last look at the naked icon. What begins as a vile act of necrophilia spirals into a chaotic, violent struggle for survival as the boundaries of life and death—and basic human morality—are obliterated.
Director Hèctor Hernández Vicens
Writers Isaac P. Creus, Hèctor Hernández Vicens
Cinematography Ricard Cañellas
Main Cast Alba Ribas, Cristian Valencia, Albert Carbó, Bernat Saumell

The Sickness of Entitlement

The Corpse of Anna Fritz (2015) is an unflinching observation of the dark side of male entitlement and celebrity obsession. By stripping away the glamour of fame and placing a national icon on a cold morgue slab, Hèctor Hernández Vicens forces the audience to confront a raw and transgressive taboo. The film doesn't just show a crime; it dissects the psychological decay of three "ordinary" men who believe that even in death, a woman's body remains public property for their consumption.

Claustrophobia as Punishment

What earns this Spanish thriller its place in the Sharing The Sickness archive is its relentless use of a single, sterile location. The morgue isn't just a setting; it's a character that suffocates both the characters and the viewers. The "sickness" here is the escalating panic and the complete lack of a moral compass. As the situation spirals out of control, the film transforms from a disturbing drama into a visceral survival horror that refuses to grant the audience the comfort of an easy exit or a traditional hero.

A Transgressive Masterpiece of Tension

Alba Ribas delivers a hauntingly difficult performance, embodying the ultimate victimhood while remaining the terrifying center of the film's gravity. The Corpse of Anna Fritz belongs in our collection because it pushes the boundaries of acceptable narrative, utilizing one of cinema's greatest taboos to tell a story about the fragile nature of societal norms. It is a cold, calculated, and deeply jarring piece of cinema that lingers in the subconscious like the sterile smell of formaldehyde.