I really need to find out who told me this was a movie to see. I need to make sure I never talk to that person again.
About 20 minutes in I thought, "OK, so this is like '
Death and the Maiden' if it had been directed by
Larry Clark."
1) Nothing that happens for the remaining 85 minutes to make me think otherwise.
2) The chick in the movie actually makes a Roman Polanksi reference at one point. Ugh.
Anyone who calls this movie 'Hitchcockian' is probably an asshole and has definitely never seen a Hitchcock movie. Or even a Brian DePalma movie, for that matter.
I don't want to give anything away, but at the end of the movie
I was the one who felt molested. Right in the fucking ass.