Though based on a true story, the movie was incredibly slow-paced, boring and there was nothing enjoyable about it whatsoever.
There was no hero. No single central character to root for, to understand, to empathize with or to support.
The so called men here are a bunch of rather unattractive, bratty, spoiled teenagers with an upbringing so failed and horrible that they became monsters at some point.
They are stupid, whiny, shallow, demanding, petty and remind me of screaming five year olds throwing tantrums when things don't go their way. One is particularly disgusting and annoying, constantly calling his mother in an ultra dramatic, spoiled baby brat voice and appears to be on the verge of turning violent against her if she denies doing whatever he wants her to do.
None of these creatures show a slightest hint of remorse, humanity or one single redeeming quality. They all feel zero guilt and don't see anything wrong with what they did and on top of that they enjoy doing it.
The only characters remotely worth rooting for were their victims, but one dies and the other lives but there's no poetic justice for her. They get arrested and released after a few years and she lives to be 47, with no hint of how her life has been up until that point. Their arrest and all happens off screen or rather it's simply mentioned in the final minute or so through the text at the end of the film. The victim doesn't get treatment that we know of, doesn't get any type of justice or satisfaction, dies relatively young... So I wonder, what's the point of this movie? Telling a true story? There are lots and lots of rape plus murder stories out there, there's nothing particular about this one. It's dragged out and boring and there's nothing to be passionate about in it. Well, there is actually. I did wish I could jump through the screen and murder those despicable creatures. Other than that, it didn't do much of anything for me.
There was no hero. No single central character to root for, to understand, to empathize with or to support.
The so called men here are a bunch of rather unattractive, bratty, spoiled teenagers with an upbringing so failed and horrible that they became monsters at some point.
They are stupid, whiny, shallow, demanding, petty and remind me of screaming five year olds throwing tantrums when things don't go their way. One is particularly disgusting and annoying, constantly calling his mother in an ultra dramatic, spoiled baby brat voice and appears to be on the verge of turning violent against her if she denies doing whatever he wants her to do.
None of these creatures show a slightest hint of remorse, humanity or one single redeeming quality. They all feel zero guilt and don't see anything wrong with what they did and on top of that they enjoy doing it.
The only characters remotely worth rooting for were their victims, but one dies and the other lives but there's no poetic justice for her. They get arrested and released after a few years and she lives to be 47, with no hint of how her life has been up until that point. Their arrest and all happens off screen or rather it's simply mentioned in the final minute or so through the text at the end of the film. The victim doesn't get treatment that we know of, doesn't get any type of justice or satisfaction, dies relatively young... So I wonder, what's the point of this movie? Telling a true story? There are lots and lots of rape plus murder stories out there, there's nothing particular about this one. It's dragged out and boring and there's nothing to be passionate about in it. Well, there is actually. I did wish I could jump through the screen and murder those despicable creatures. Other than that, it didn't do much of anything for me.