The film engages with and subverts that “gaze” that’s inherent in exploitation flicks. As we know, that lens is often objectifying, male, and warped – and here, thankfully, it moves largely away from this and flips it onto its audience.
Objects in the hands of her long list of oppressors are arranged in-frame to be phallic. In times of stress, lights are bright, movement is disorienting. Anytime the camera looks like it’s getting skeevy and voyeuristic, the next shot is focused on #701’s eyes, glaring critically toward her enemies and through the screen. There’s an acknowledgement not just of the evil, but its storied portrayal and existence. All with surreal visuals and tactful framing.
The genre normally puts women through hell and sexes it up for no reason other than to appeal to a gross quo. This movie throws that absurd violence onto both the perpetrators and those who are complicit, refusing to take power from its protagonist. It’s tangible, even when its fantastical.
It’s barbed, all of it, and of course, its influence on Kill-Bill is *readily* seen.
So? Worth a watch?
Yes. Yes absolutely.