Baise-moi, 2000

This is a French indie made of angst and everything that can go wrong with a person, psychologically. It challenges you to watch the terrible downward spiral of two women who lose their minds, pick up guns and start to shoot men indiscriminately.

There’s a scene with Karen Bach (porn name) where she’s in her underwear and she is posing in front of a bathroom mirror with a .9mm in her hands. It looks like the directors have watched Taxi Driver, even then you start to feel the lump grow in your throat, especially when you know that the real-life Karen Lancaume committed suicide at age thirty-two.

This was five years after Rape Me and three hard-core porn flicks. She quit porn for two years and then swallowed a bunch temazepam pills instead of cum.

If someone recommends, ask him/her to watch with you so you can bitch slap that person every time the films shows mayhem, whether it be domestic violence or a client getting rough with our protagonist – who is no more.

I am a fan of Karen Bach, hence the review of the first non-porn film she made, which had its run at the Sundance.

Hang in there Karen, wherever you are, I’m still a fan and that’s that.

It is a sad confusing watch.
Rated X for explicit sex, nudity, violence and beleaguering the decency left in all of us.
The French, it seems, have never been the same after the civil war.