2. Home Sweet Hell: The Moment Where The Children Are Raped
This off-kilter black comedy thriller starring Katherine Heigl and Patrick Wilson isnt too bad for the majority of its ninety-eight minute run time. Heigl plays Mona, a suburban housewife who discovers that her husband Don is having an affair... and then discovers that she has an icy flair for the murderously dramatic. Theres all the usual elements of the post-Coen Brothers crime caper: extortion, ultraviolent criminals, macabre murders and dismemberments, and family ties turned into stranglers garottes. Its competently staged, well-produced and acted, and everything proceeds onwards until the point where psychotic criminal Murphy threatens to rape Dons young son and daughter unless he gets his money. Thats black, even for a film like this: but its clearly an empty threat designed to establish antagonist Murphy as completely lacking in redeeming qualities in order to up the level of jeopardy at play. Its screenwriting shorthand... now that we know what hes capable of, we accept that nothing is out of bounds when it comes to taking him down. Except its not an empty threat, and he isnt taken down. Mona and Don manage to frame Murphy and his boys for the murders theyve committed, and the police arrive to take him and his right hand man in. But Murphy escapes the police at the crime scene, and although he takes his time, he does just as hes threatened and turns up on the familys driveway again at the end of the film. The screen goes black, the credits roll, and two shots are fired followed by the sound of two children screaming. And thats it. This blackest of black comedies ends with the very clear implication that the protagonists two pre-teen children are being raped to death by an Irish headcase. Thats not funny. Thats not even blackly funny. Thats an appalling misstep of gargantuan proportions.
Jack Morrell
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