Thana (Zoë Lund) hasnt had it good in life. She doesnt really have any family or friends, she works for pittance at a clothing workshop, and she cant speak; shes mute. One day walking home shes pulled into an alley and raped by a man in a mask. She staggers home, bewildered, but before she can get her bearings she comes upon another man in her apartment, who was in the midst of a theft. He instead decides to go ahead for the rape. Twice in one day? Fat chance of thatshe finally takes her moment and Thana hits the guy to the ground and then with an iron kills him.
From then on this 1981 film gets into something of a quandary, but a truly fascinating one. This isnt quite an exploitation flick, but its not really a vigilante action-revenge picture like Death Wish, and yet it has hints of both. Its as though Abel Ferrara and writer Nicholas St. John took the revenge element of Death Wish, where a character pursues unrepentant revenge, but they’re trying to mine some deeper, a completely disconnected mental illness, like in Roman Polanskis Repulsion.
Thana isnt an expert at self-defense, and shouldnt be as good as she is with the .45 she pulls on Rapist No. 2. But she is good at getting her chance to kill people, even if they havent really done anything to her. (One of the more curiously ambiguous scenes is when she meets a guy at a bar. He keeps rambling outside about strangling his cat. Shes about to shoot him, but the gun doesnt fire. He takes the gun and instead of shooting her shoots himself.)
Not all of Ferraras directing abilities of actors at this point in his career are top-notch, but maybe this material deserves sleaze (up until then hed only made The Driller Killer and some assorted 1970s pornos). Actors playing a pimp and a prostitute (even for one scene) fall flat as believably streetwise. Better is Thanas boss, a creep who wants to have his way with her but hides it under a thin veneer of professionalism and care.
And it may also be true that Ferraras film paints menhell, most peopleas jerks or losers or total dogs, and really, who will miss them when theyre gone? Its that part of it that makes it an exploitation flick, especially in one sequence at night when Thana goes out and kills the most people (a whole group of gangbangers in the park, an Arab and his chauffeur in a limo). And tugging at the weakest of heart strings, theres a neighbor who has a little dog, but (gasp) will the dog make it through the end of the film?
A lot of this is pulp, but the story is well directed and given a score that is fresh and cool in an early 80s sort of way. And we do take it most seriously when the camera looks right into Thanas face and her eyes, which start off terrified and dazed, but soon turns cold and bloodless. Watch when she is surrounded by (over-) concerned co-workers, or when shes in the bathroom and sees a hand near her breast that isnt actual there.
She isnt someone to root for, which is what mucks up the traditional angle of a B movie. Instead, Ferrara is after something a lot deeper. Ms. 45 is action and a bit of horror (dismembered body anyone?), but its also a sad tale of a girl without any hope, who is going crazier by the day.
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