A thoroughly despicable narrative and a performance beyond any praise.

If the movies have taught me anything, I guess it's that the best improvised weaponry against a psychopathic rapist is a clothes iron. Thanks, cinema...

P.S. This movie was apparently too graphic even for the English subtitles, which suddenly, mysteriously disappeared during the final confrontation; in other words, the film's apex of revulsion. You know what? I don't blame 'em.