Ms .45 ★★★½

I didn't immediately like this as much as everyone else seems to, but it's growing on me.

The premise is a compelling twist on Repulsion, replacing a breakdown reflected inward with one reflected outward. I find it really interesting the way Abel Ferrara plays with audience sympathies here, moving from self-defense to accident to revenge to murder for its own sake. And, just to really rub it in, near the end he plays a joke on us with the oldest manipulative trick in the filmmaking book.

It's also bitterly funny at times, like the artist that Thana makes into art, or the recurring motif that a lot of the men literally don't notice that she's mute because they're more interested in talking at her than having a conversation. They use her for their own self-actualization, so it's only fair that she uses them for hers.

I don't know. It left me cold, but a lot of what it did fascinated me, and the more I think about it, the more there is to think about it.