After watching the movie, I kept telling myself that this kind of movie is just an American fast food movie that expresses the pleasure of revenge, and then blends eroticism and violence. I don’t need to be entangled in the plot logic at all. Violate, then come back and retaliate with violence and blood, and then enjoy the erotic and violent images. But in the end, after watching this movie, what left a deep impression on me was the fat man's eyes that were pecked out by crows, the sheriff's blood pouring into his pupils, and the other's face soaked in hydrochloric acid. What made me feel even more lingering were a few men. This kind of temporary malice is so unimaginable.
What I care about is the logically unreasonable part of such a film. Whether it is the five men's violation of the heroine and the subsequent destruction of the corpse, as well as the heroine's revenge, it makes people feel that unless this place is A legal vacuum, otherwise neither side can escape. Aside from this logical dead end that makes me very concerned, and the constraints of the law, even if the perpetrators feel that they can get away with justice, just discussing a few men who deliberately harmed a woman, and then destroy the body after the incident. , such malice has expanded to the point of shocking people.
Using my own psychology to speculate on other people's thoughts, I already knew that it would not work, but I couldn't understand and couldn't imagine, and I still felt that there was a distance. Although people's selfishness, profit-seeking, short-sightedness, and selfishness at the expense of others sometimes seem bizarre to me, they are nothing compared to such malice. Some film critics say that several men have a self-convincing process. They unilaterally convince their women that they come to the countryside just to "have fun", and that woman also opens up. When I was watching the movie, , except that the leading man commented on the heroine when he was fishing by the lake, and there was no such trace after that. I only saw the female protagonist pleading bitterly when they entered the house, only to see her weeping bitterly, and only to see them torture her for no reason. Especially the addition of the sheriff later made me feel even more horrified by such evil. When the only person the heroine can rely on for help turns out to be the one who abused her, the helplessness is more desperate than the physical pain. A few men, just to show off their lust, humiliated, punched, raped, and even destroyed their corpses in the end. This is no longer the kind of passion crime, not the kind of momentary confusion, but the kind of evil thoughts that are rooted in my heart, the kind of cruelty that has no mercy and treats others as a must, which makes me feel that it is out of line with the simple country style I originally imagined.
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