সিনেমার নাম ফরগিভ মি ফর রেপিং ইউ। বেল জেবাবের পরিচালনায় এই সিনেমাটি বিশ্বব্যাপী ধর্ষণ বিষয়ক সিনেমা হিসেবে বেশ আলোচিত। যৌনদাসী, নারীদের দাসত্ব, আসহায়ত্ব আর সেক্সের ব্যপারে সমাজের বূমিকা উঠে এসেছে সিনেমাটিতে।
Genre: Horror
IMDB Rating: N/A
Directed By: Bill Zebub
Release Name: Forgive.Me.For.Raping.You.2010.DVDRip.XviD-FiCO
Size: 700mb
Video: Xvid | 576×432 | 768 kbit/s
Audio: English | MPEG1-Layer3 | 113 kbit/s
Subtitles: None
Runtime: 105 minutes
In this extreme sexploitation horror shocker, a psychotic priest travels through a seemingly idyllic suburban landscape and uses his collar to secure the trust of a series of beautiful young women before subjecting these poor beauties to increasingly sadistic bouts of sexual assault. Director Bill Zebub has trimmed all of the filler from the standard serial killer movie and replaced it with a near constant barrage of depraved sexual horror. “Most serial killer films favor soap opera dialogue and speculation-depictions of the killer doing anything but the vile deeds for which he became famous. This movie shows ONLY the deranged part of the serial killer’s story.” – Bill Zebub WARNING: This film contains graphic nudity and sexual assault and in intended only for mature audiences.
Genres: Horror, Thriller
Directors: Bill Zebub
Cast: Kerri Taylor, Bill Zebub, Taylor Trash, Eidolona, Kathy Rice, Angelina Martin, Jordana Leigh, Kitty Daly, Anton Bernard
SYNOPSIS:
About a depraved priest who lures innocent suburban girls into sexual slavery.
REVIEW:
Director – Bill Zebub
Starring – Michael Stevens, Eidolona, Taylor Trash
There are two options a writer / filmmaker has when deciding how to convey the theme of a film to the audience. The first, and more traditional, is to use subplot. There can be one, usually two or three or more but in some way they add dimension to the film through our protagonist’s interactions with the characters that inhabit the particular subplot. The second option is to bash the audience’s head with it over and over until you wanna throw your hands in the air and say, “okay, I get it!” Guess which method this film falls under.
Nothing sets the tone more than the warning that appears on the screen before the movie begins. “You must be 18 years old or older to watch this movie. If a younger person is in the room, stop this movie now!!! Make sure that only adults are within viewing distance of this movie.” From there the credits start to roll and in what is definitely the scariest part of the film, we are told that some footage is provided by crucified-women.com. Now, if that website actually exists (I wasn’t gonna type it in), I’m wondering, in all honesty, what the purpose of it all is. In fact, I don’t really want to think about it so let’s move on.
The antagonist has the starring role and he is a balding, slightly overweight Catholic priest. That’s right, a priest. He goes to the apartment of a young woman who is suffering from depression. Her mother, not wanting to bring any shame to the family, wants her to see a priest rather than a psychiatrist. It starts to go downhill right away when the priest insists that our troubled woman call him “daddy” instead of “father,” much to her protests. He assures her that he is also a licensed psychiatrist and that he knows what he is doing. Of course he also tells her that he is the embodiment of Jesus Christ. Oh boy, can’t you just see the proverbial can of worms being opened?
If you manage to get through the first scene, I got news for you, you’ve got four more just like it coming and they don’t get any better. Conversely, and odd to say, they don’t get any worse either, unless you consider the same thing over and over and over getting worse. And that, from a storytelling point of view, is the major problem of this film. There is no progression. It harks back to the “let’s beat ‘em over the head with our theme” tactic.
And what exactly is the theme? Well, something to do with the abuse of power and the overall power of the Catholic church and how it “protects” molesters and well, need I go on? But you aren’t going to find any scathing social satire here, nor commentary to shed any new ideas. Nope, this film is just pure exploitation. Proof? The way it lingers creepily on certain body parts during these young ladies ordeals. Rape on film is controversial enough, even when the big studios do it. For as great as Jodie Foster was in “The Accused,” many critics questioned the extended rape scene as being necessary. I know, I know, the “purpose” is to show the atrocity of it all and spur us, the audience, into social action as we join the fight. Kinda sad to think that we need such “motivational tools” in the first place.
And just when you think the film can’t get much lower, there is even implied necrophilia as one of the scenes fades to black. The end of the film does put a twist in and, honestly, it’s not that bad. Have we just been let into the mind of a sick, depraved individual? But call it a little much way, waaaaay too late. By the time it arrives you’re all ready to hit the showers and soak your t.v. in some disinfectant.
Forgive Me For Raping You
