The way they try to romanticize such a toxic, creepy relationship between a naive, impressionable young woman and a obsessive psychopath makes my stomach turn. And her mom is a sick, selfish enabler, the perfect match to the unstable, grasping creep obsessed with her daughter. This movie, especially a character like the mom, doesn't titillate or amuse or interest me--it brings to mind true crime cases. I don't care if it's based off of a book, its title is ironic at best. They also do that classic film thing of framing sexual assault as a passionate, as though "no" means "force me." Disgraceful.
The only plus to the entire film is James Spader. Because of course he is.
The only plus to the entire film is James Spader. Because of course he is.