Being Canadian I appreciate a good Canadian movie and this film did not disappoint. The recreation of 1940's Ontario town life was amazing. This is a film about the repurcussions of the moral codes of the 1940's on an innocent young girl. It is well acted and devastating as it should be to serve as a warning of what could be should society regress. It is also a reminder of how far we have come.
Aaaarrgh. Self-congratulatory, self-important, self-righteous, drunken troglodyte brutes. By the time the film has exhausted itself and you're staring while the credits roll over the last, ruthlessly framed shot, you might want to nuke that whole worthless town. Okay. All of this means: the movie is *very good*. Merciless, but so well constructed you will probably never forget it. TW: 1 rape scene; abuse by parents.
Heart-wrenching and unfair in many ways.
Hard for me to get past the terrible misogyny in this film.
Given the director's future career as a schlocky horror director, it would have been a GREAT film if Carol Kane had pulled out a butcher knife at the end and butchered everyone in the living room. Now I could have DEFINITELY gotten behind that.
Carol Kane made me watch this movie. Despite the film's Canadian nationality, I was lost in the strangely foreign yet culturally accessible world of old, white veterans drinking their problems away at their local Veterans Bar. It was too familiar. The domestication of women and the abuse they face is not an exaggeration, and this movie helps us to understand the process by which women are systemically abused.