Red to Kill (1994)

If nothing else, this film confirmed one fact to me: I am a sick, sick, sick motherfucker. You kind of have to be to even want to see this film, let alone see it to the end credits. Let me just say that this film involves a serial killer/rapist who starts to menace our female protagonist -- a young, pretty, mentally retarded woman. Yes, a MENTALLY RETARDED woman. To say that he eventually does rape her goes without saying; to say that the rape is shown on camera in long, loving detail illustrates just how Not Right this movie truly is. And yet, if you've the sensibilities for it, it's an effective and visceral film with a worldview bleaker than almost any other I've encountered thus far. (The only film I can think of right now that reaches this film's subhuman levels is fellow HK Category III nasty The Untold Story, a brilliant but relentless and ugly film so grimy that you'll wanna Windex your TV afterward.) The balls-out climax is maniacally over-the-top, even for a film like this, and the final scene is like some sick joke with a punchline too cruel to comprehend. In short, it's pretty unforgettable. But I wouldn't bother seeing it unless, like me, you are a sick motherfucker.

Grade: B-