Misandry. This word sums up the whole movie.
This movie starts off with a couple who seems to be in love. They buy a beautiful house and there they raise a family. "They buy..."? No. The guy buys the house. A family? Yes, the couple and two daughters (no boys, just girls).
Life goes on. Until the guy dies in a terrible accident. Or does he?
Every day the woman wakes up to a different reality: the guy is either dead or alive. "Groundhog day"-level spasmatic storytelling ensues.
The bottom line? If you're a stay-at-home mom, and if you suspect that your husband is unfaithful, then he should get his head chopped off (or worst) in a terrible accident, but only after you instill in him the fear of imminent death, so that he goes to his insurance broker and triples his life insurance.... so you can go on living large at his expense even after he's hit the dirt.
Forget all that mystic/religious/pretentious historical mumbo-jumbo (including a dialog with a priest and several weird encounters with a Psychiatrist - hilariously unconvincingly performed by Peter Stormare, a guy who can't help but look like a Russian Mob enforcer... the producers didn't even try changing his haircut). All of these details are there only to reinforce the pilar of misandry this whole movie is built upon.
You don't believe me? Well, let's see... there are only 2 male characters in this movie: the Husband and the Psychiatrist (the Priest doesn't count: he's a stand-in for a "higher power"). The Husband is the guy that should die because it crossed his mind to have an affair (even if he didn't actually did it), while the Psychiatrist is an antagonist that is either trying to convince the main character that she's crazy, or actually trying to dump her in the looney bin.
Now, let's look at the female characters: there's the Protagonist, her Mother, her BFF, her two daughters... even the would-be mistress is an ally: there is no bad-blood between them at any moment. All female characters are flawless. And the few (two) male characters are villains.
However, the movie is sufficiently well done that it suspends you in doubt until the last moment... when you finally have your suspicions proven: this is not just a movie against men: it is a movie that wishes men to die a horrible death.
This movie starts off with a couple who seems to be in love. They buy a beautiful house and there they raise a family. "They buy..."? No. The guy buys the house. A family? Yes, the couple and two daughters (no boys, just girls).
Life goes on. Until the guy dies in a terrible accident. Or does he?
Every day the woman wakes up to a different reality: the guy is either dead or alive. "Groundhog day"-level spasmatic storytelling ensues.
The bottom line? If you're a stay-at-home mom, and if you suspect that your husband is unfaithful, then he should get his head chopped off (or worst) in a terrible accident, but only after you instill in him the fear of imminent death, so that he goes to his insurance broker and triples his life insurance.... so you can go on living large at his expense even after he's hit the dirt.
Forget all that mystic/religious/pretentious historical mumbo-jumbo (including a dialog with a priest and several weird encounters with a Psychiatrist - hilariously unconvincingly performed by Peter Stormare, a guy who can't help but look like a Russian Mob enforcer... the producers didn't even try changing his haircut). All of these details are there only to reinforce the pilar of misandry this whole movie is built upon.
You don't believe me? Well, let's see... there are only 2 male characters in this movie: the Husband and the Psychiatrist (the Priest doesn't count: he's a stand-in for a "higher power"). The Husband is the guy that should die because it crossed his mind to have an affair (even if he didn't actually did it), while the Psychiatrist is an antagonist that is either trying to convince the main character that she's crazy, or actually trying to dump her in the looney bin.
Now, let's look at the female characters: there's the Protagonist, her Mother, her BFF, her two daughters... even the would-be mistress is an ally: there is no bad-blood between them at any moment. All female characters are flawless. And the few (two) male characters are villains.
However, the movie is sufficiently well done that it suspends you in doubt until the last moment... when you finally have your suspicions proven: this is not just a movie against men: it is a movie that wishes men to die a horrible death.
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