Director and co-writer Jason Banker's story of post-rape trauma is deeply unpleasant (you were expecting maybe a cheerful story, one in which Chekhov's gun somehow doesn't go off?), but thoughtfully, creatively so. Amy (co-writer Amy Everson) has always been crafty, but recent events have led her to lovingly fashion alarming masks and anatomically correct, gender-reversed body stockings. She tells a friend that the outfit portrays her superhero alter-ego, but she doesn't have the energy to do much fighting against evil — the pain makes it hard to even get out of bed. (She does manage, however, to cleverly troll a porn photographer looking to portray some hot lesbian action.) The psychology on display is extreme but believable; if Amy is hostile to the world, it's because the world attacked first. Sadly, the same can't be said for the storytelling, which involves a nonstop parade of dudes displaying varying degrees of douchebaggery, culminating in the curious invention of a man who is genuinely sensitive and intelligent and also totally not. (2014) — Matthew Lickona
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