I didn't find it any gorier than Ginger Snaps. For me, they both had a similar tone about young women ostracized and literally made monstrous by a world they can't belong in. Most of the spilled blood in both of these films is pretty after-the-fact. The negative reviews lobbed at May were from those who were looking for some violent slash fest. I read one where the reviewer said he didn't even think it was horror movie at all because it just wasn't strong enough. The violence here is very personal and there is a real motivation behind it, however misguided it may be, which actually makes May's acts more disturbing. The last scene is the strongest and it has a vital significance to the plot. There's an overriding sense of decay and darkness throughout the entire film, even in the bright sunlit scenes. This isn't about young, happy, telegenic people living it up in the big city. The relationships are temporary, convenient, disposable, and distant. May means well, even if she seems to lack social skills others take for granted. Her isolation and agonized dread of loneliness are painful to watch. It's certainly the rare film in which a woman is the audience identification figure as well as the perpetrator of the story's violent acts. It's a sensitive and realistic film, almost to its own detriment, because that's probably going to alienate many viewers who want something hip and fashionable like Cursed or the upcoming House of Wax remake.