I found myself on an interesting journey, hours of inner dialogue. Back and force I went, kill him, no don't, kill him, no don't. Coaxing myself through the victim's torture, questionable exactly who the victim really is. For sake of this analysis, the rapist, perhaps the real victim here. I found myself on a self comforting saga in a most strange manner, becoming staunch and stone cold within my heart as I watched the scenes, torment. A coping mechanism to justify watching Aaron and David take revenge on this man. A polarisation of my own emotions, reminding myself as the man bled and endured pain at another's hands of what this man has done. Somehow that could make it ok. That could keep me in a state of numbness to comfort me to continue watching, a kind of authoritarian stance within myself, that I'm somehow part of justice that should be served. Then another inner dialogue sets in, beating my own thoughts up...the 'but', but this man is a human being, with feelings, with remorse? And then I'm torn, as I realise, I myself am not that cold, this is not me, I allow myself to feel compassion, a natural setting, then I'm flipping...back and forth I go. No Aaron, No David, you can't do this! Let the law decide, as they already did. And then I think, but who the hell is the law anyhow, but another group of human beings, another Aaron and David? This film leaves me with one sentiment of certainty, we are all humans doing human things. That is both the sadness and tragedy of being human.
Thanks guys for a great ensemble. Gruelling, gripping and brave. -Anna.
Thanks guys for a great ensemble. Gruelling, gripping and brave. -Anna.