The basis is that Cassidy wants to fulfill a rape fantasy, so she invites (via the internet) anyone willing to carry out her request. All they need to do is show up after midnight, and leave afterwards (ain't no cuddlin going on here). But, the rapist doesn’t make tracks after doing the deed, but stays to kill her best friend, then torment and torture Cassidy, and anyone else that comes around. We find out later that Cassidy’s wild fantasies stem from an incident when she was 12, where she was molested by her father’s drunk friend. The rest plays out like a cat and mouse, rape-revenge style of movie.
So, what makes this movie any different than all the other “I can make a movie cause I got a camera” rubble out there? To be honest, not much, as it does have some gore and boobies, and a few funny lines, but the rest is plagued with mundane dialog and storyline, as well as a dark picture and questionable audio, especially during the money shots. And, as a general rule of horror movies, the killer should never take off his/her mask, that is, unless they’re grotesque (to shock and awe), or create the Whodunit?/Scooby-Doo ending.
There’s not really much else to say about this other than it’s only a must-watch if you’re an extreme fan of these types of movies, or a sucker like me. Did I get burnt? Yeah. Do I regret buying it? No. The great thing about taking a chance on movies like this is that you can re-sell it if you don’t like it, and there’s always others just as curious as you are. Recouping all you spent is rare, but getting something back is always a plus. And, I'm not sure who the lady on the cover is, but it's not Amanda Myers, the chick who played Cassidy. Damn marketing people.
For me, the most memorable quote is: “Ya know, I hope someone really fucking rapes you one day, see how you fucking like it.”
This brought a chuckle, even though there's nothing funny about rape, but this was said after Cassidy and her partner for the night were trying to play out her rough sex/rape fantasy, and he failed to deliver. I guess you have to see the scene to really get it.
This should be played as double bill with Diary of a Sex Offender, or Forgive Me for Raping You, Bill Zebub’s directorial debut for a movie her didn’t write. When watching these movies, make sure there’s lots of alcohol, and a house full of ignorant, testosterone-driven dudes, as they're sure to yell obscenities at the screen, say things that are highly-inappropriate, and cheer at every sight of womanly flesh the camera has to offer. But, really, this is the only way to watch these, as your perversion will be embraced, rather than feeling like a troll in your own home. Dang, I just told on myself.
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OVERALL RATING--2-- |
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