It is now 2014, and my face is finally starting to un-cramp after the extreme second hand embarrassment and grimaces from watching this film when it was first spurted out into our unfortunate local film industry.
On the other hand, I forged strong friendships with near-strangers after the film, by being able to share our mutual horror at how this could have been produced at all. If you watch this with a stranger, you too could huddle after the show in post-traumatic stress.
This is the kind of film that (without any sense of irony) portrays rape as something a woman can/should suffer for the sake of her unrequited love. As in, someone comes, buys you as property (because I suppose the filmmakers think slave-trading is also acceptable), rapes you — and you are supposed to suffer in silence and await the day he falls in love with you.
Possibly the most worrying thing about this film is that it managed to be made at all — didn't anyone bring to the production team's attention how terrible the direction was heading? And with a finicky, almost creepy and ultra-sensitive censorship board, this film still got through — I am not for censorship, but it says a lot that I can't watch Daredevil in cinemas here because of the word "devil", but glorified slave-owning rape fantasy gets through with no issues whatsoever.
If you watched this film because a Malaysian recommended it to you as a good film, I sincerely apologise. Please smack that monster.
