People who don't like this kind of movie are mostly because it's too dark; and those who like this movie are mostly praised for the movie's depiction of blood, sexual violence, and perverted desire, but they don't seem to be. Too satisfied, because the movie maintains some restraint at all times. It's like the trigger that hasn't been pulled at the last moment.
I don't mean to show off my strong taste, but there are some scenes in this movie that made me feel fresh. A woman's lower body appears, forcing a virgin to stick to her back, and making a woman blow her chicken legs. But the hardest, I think, was when Chris' stepmother stabbed a knife into his shoulder and his cowardly father hugged his son's leg and said "kill him, joe". All heroic bravery and resistance are eclipsed in front of such a lens.
This is a film about sadism and masochism, where everyone is an abuser and everyone is an abuser. We can see Chris dreaming about his sister's nakedness, Ansel slapping her daughter on the waist and admiring her ass, and the stepmother showing up to her stepson naked. Dottie is the extreme masochist, Joe is the extreme abuser, and in the end Dotty does a cruel thing too, she tells Joe she's pregnant and pulls the trigger, and Joe ends up enjoying what he deserves ill-treatment.
Dottie is a freak, she has fragmented feelings and eternal fear, she can resist a cowardly father, but dare not resist a cold Joe, she has hatred, curiosity, conscience similar to normal people and masochism. She is just a chaos, reflecting the entire world of chaos.
Even so, the other characters are similar, generally numb. The film shoots everyone as meaningless. The coward is forever cowardly, the confident is eternally confident, the flustered is perpetually flustered, and the tough-mouthed is perpetually stubborn.
The language of the film is a highlight, it's not messy but full of illogicality. For example, Chris inexplicably talks about his career history in Joe's car, and ends up concluding "I can't let you have my sister." On the contrary, it was the extremely perverted killer Joe, who arranged the language in an orderly manner. When questioning the stepmother, every word pointed to the key, while the others would only repeat and growl needlessly. It's like a metaphor, Killer Joe pierces the chaos of human nature like a sharp blade.
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