From the very beginning of The Passion of Ayn Rand there is a feeling that one is watching people fall down a well, one after the other without concern for their own well being - never mind others (that would altruistic and therefore, forbidden). Though the film is not without interest (and gratuitous Showtime-worthy sex scenes), one can't help but feel trapped by the one note tone of dominance and submission. When the credits roll, the viewer understands exactly how the Brandens' must have felt when they breathed sighs of relief after having freed themselves from the boorish Ayn Rand.
Review of The Passion of Ayn Rand
