Hi readers. When a movie rattles the eye teeth enough to cause a person to think about it longer than a minute afterward, it’s probably rare. If it causes thought for a duration longer than it took to watch it, even rarer. Black Rock, streaming on Netflix, is one such movie and for unanticipated reasons.
Black Rock 2012 R 79 minutes, Three life-long-friend women’s vacation on a remote island turns into a nightmare. Three guys 18 days home from Afghanistan and Dishonorable Discharges are chilling. One of them is the younger brother of a childhood friend of the three. More Info Starring: Katie Aselton, Lake Bell Director: Katie Aselton
So here’s a tiny island with three guys capable of being badasses when provoked, and three 30ish women, one of whom is horny enough to seduce-to-the-edge one of the badasses, then try to interrupt biology with the word, “No!”
Badass doesn’t think no means no, so she kills him with a rock upside the head.
And thoroughly pisses off the other two previously only potential badasses who saw her saying too many yeses and not enough no when the whole thing could have been just a friendly interlude.
So the first potential badass is dead. The girls have been beat around considerably before escaping to the woods. Angry badasses 2 and 3 are stalking them with guns with the stated purpose of murdering them. Shivering huddled together crying the seducer/coitus interrupter weeps, “Oh God! This is all my fault!“
“No,” her friends assure her. “It was just an accident. You didn’t intend to kill him. It wasn’t your fault.”
Well. Um. Lessee now. Reality has an inconvenient way of trying to elbow into life sometimes. Women have rightfully attacked the old “She was asking for it,” male predisposition when rape not involving racial issues was discussed. It generally works in town and something called ‘date rape’ is frequently prosecuted.
But maybe there’s a larger issue here. Maybe females owe it to themselves to recognize at some fundamental level there’s a such thing as angry, angry men who aren’t out looking for trouble, but who don’t need any female genitals rubbed up against them just to give a girl a thrill.
But hell, I liked these guys. Jeeze, they were Dishonorably Discharged! I’ve never known anyone who was Dishonorably Discharged I didn’t like fairly well. Although my step-brother, Bobby Jack Nelson, did have some character flaws to recommend against him over the long haul. I liked him anyway.
If any of you watch this movie I hope you’ll come back and comment on the post. I’d like to hear whether you find the flick as thought provoking as I do.