Here’s where I get serious and also pose a question to you readers.
The Stendhal Syndrome is the story of Anna, an Italian policewoman who is hunting a serial rapist. Anna has a somewhat serious problem: she suffers from Stendhal Syndrome, a disorder that causes people to pass out upon viewing especially stirring and/or gorgeous works of art. The rapist she’s tracking instead tracks her, following her to an art gallery where she passes out, leading him to take advantage of the situation. What follows is a sick game of bizarro cat and mouse, culminating in a final showdown between Anna and the rapist.
Dear Dario Argento:
I couldn’t make it through your movie. Too many graphic scenes of torture and rape sidetracked me along with crappy dialogue and bad acting. I swore after Cannibal Holocaust that I would never force myself to finish a movie that deeply, deeply upset me and after watching you highlight the sheer brutality of rape – albeit for different reasons than Cannibal Holocaust – I just gave up.
There are many things in this world I can watch and I can handle but graphic, repeated rape scenes are not one of them.
It’s a movie relationship dealbreaker, Dario. Thank you but NO THANKS.
P.S.: Please stop casting your daughter in movies where she takes off her clothes/is involved in sexual situations/has a bunch of nudity. That really, really bothers me.
P.P.S.: No more movies about rape, Dario.
And now the question to you readers: Do you guys react this strongly to rape scenes, or is just me? I loathe rapes portrayed on film and it’s a big reason why I’ve never seen I Spit On Your Grave. I know it’s a touchy subject, but feel free to drop your opinions in the comments.