Bravura use of fake blood — like masterpiece-level artistry. Actually, everything about the movie looks amazing.
I haven’t seen too many exploitation revenge films, but this one is definitely on the less-misogynistic side (which is a low bar). It doesn’t dwell on her assault or humiliation, at least.
The gore is gruesome, a proper visceral transposition of the violence and violation against Jen — with lots iconography that can be read both literally and symbolically. Unfortunately, I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that the movie should have subverted its male gaze even more than it did.
Note: This capsule review was originally published elsewhere. If I watch this movie again, I might expand this to a full-length review.