True to its title, Unhinged (2020) delivers exactly what it promises on the tin: pure, unadulterated madness.

I am going to make a confession that might sound alarming on paper. For a decent portion of this runtime, I was actually on Russell Crowe’s side. Obviously, I do not condone going on a multi-county murderous rampage, but the main character, Rachel, is an absolute nightmare of a driver. She swings her car across lanes with zero warning, bringing to mind that classic Family Guy scene where a driver cuts across four lanes of traffic shouting, "I turn now! Good luck, everyone else!" Not once does this woman use a turn signal.

When Russell Crowe’s character, Tom Cooper, asks for a simple courtesy apology after she lays on her horn at a green light, she refuses. She decides that this is the moment to prove to her young son that she is a boss lady who stands her ground. And what is the reward for her pride? Half the supporting cast gets brutally slaughtered. A simple "sorry, my bad" would have saved multiple lives, but instead, her world—and everyone else's—gets utterly dismantled.

The carnage escalates quickly. Her lawyer and friend Andy gets beaten to death in what looks like a discount version of an IHOP. Later, when Tom breaks into her mother's house, her brother Fred attempts a rescue with a kitchen knife. Tom grabs Fred's fiancée, Mary, and rams her directly onto the blade like a human pincushion before setting Fred on fire. Then there is the highway chase, where a police officer gets completely pulverized by an eighteen-wheeler in broad daylight. Through all of this, Rachel never once considers the obvious solution: driving directly to a police station.

The climax reaches peak absurdity during the final confrontation. Tom is actively choking her son with a power cable like a stepdad handing out a psychopathic punishment. Meanwhile, Rachel needs to stab him with a pair of scissors sitting right in her jean pocket, but she searches for them at the speed of a sloth. It takes her roughly five business days to pull a pair of craft scissors out of her pants while her child is being asphyxiated right next to her.

Despite the sheer frustration of watching Rachel make every wrong choice imaginable, the film has some entertaining action beats. And in fairness, she does learn a valuable life lesson by the time the credits roll: she finally remembers how to use her indicator, and she decides not to honk at bad drivers anymore. Maybe Tom Cooper was just a very extreme driving instructor after all.