Sunday, August 08, 2010

"Full" Movie Review - The Killer Inside Me


Went to see “The Killer Inside Me” which is playing in very few theaters but no doubt will be widely available on DVD in mere moments… likely to be of interest to spankos and S&M’ers due to the brief but excellent depiction of spankings (belt and hand) in a sexual context, some breath play and dominant sex, though the violence and some other scenes may be a turn off or even a deal-breaker. I’ll try to tell you what goes on so you can decide. It’s not exactly loaded up with these scenes but the movie is plenty good enough to wait for the ones you want. Overall, though, being based on a novel from around 1970 it’s no surprise that the lead character is portrayed as not only a sadist but a violent sociopath, and at least one submissive is pretty much crazily submissive.

This is a good-sized film with Casey Affleck, Kate Hudson, and Jessica Alba, debuted at Sundance and caused some controversy - it depicts violence toward women in two or three ways, at least… with the title and the publicity I don’t think it’s a secret that some of the violence - basically extreme “domestic” or relationship violence - is, well, extreme, awful, terrible… with critics saying it was too much, too extended (partly gratuitous, they say, in the scene’s length) and some people critical of the film saying that it should not have been filmed at all. I have no stomach for violence toward women, real or filmed, and literally covered my eyes the few short times I had to, which is an option…

The film itself is good enough - cut out the scenes we’re interested in, and the violent ones, and it would be about average for a major motion picture - a film noir/ mystery set in West Texas in the late 50’s, I think, good plot, great actors, none of whom I felt were challenged by their roles. Basically I call these a “99-cent rental,” cable, or on-demand if it’s free.

I don’t consider anything in the first five minutes to be a plot spoiler - usually more than that is in the previews - and that’s probably the hottest scene in the movie… deputy sheriff Casey Affleck calls on hooker Jessica Alba. He is relentlessly polite and she is not, soon slapping at him… quickly gets carried away and he loses his temper. He grabs her, carries her to her bed, throws her down - face down - and climbs on top of her. Soon his belt is snaking through its loops and in his hand… her pants are down, he’s sitting on her legs, and he whips her with his belt… mostly on the right, a couple back-handed on the left… they show her (or someone’s) other-worldly bottom with serious marks wide on the right cheek.

He comes to his senses, stops, and starts apologizing but she stops him and starts kissing him… soon he is taking her, horizontally, from behind…

this is Jessica Alba, so she doesn’t show much (no nipples, not the cleft of her cheeks, I believe - I think she’s saving them ala Halle Berry in hopes of an Oscar which seems unlikely)… still, as a fantasy scene I’d say it’s everything you could hope for.

Very minor plot spoiler…

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Somewhere in here a very brief flashback strongly implies that around age 10 he molested a five-year-old and his 12-year-old adopted brother took the blame for it…

Back to the movie - he’s got a girl but they’re in love, she wants to get out of town and has a plan to get some money, shaking down the son of a local rich man.
Also about this time is a scene - possibly when he shows up at her place an hour before the “victim”/ mark does - where he is on top of her again, belt around her neck… though she doesn’t seem to be choking or in any danger apart from the distinct possibility that she’ll climax to death…

This would be a good time to leave… you’ve seen what you came to see and if you’re alone, just walk out. I tend to doubt that you’d regret 1) doing so or 2) paying to see this much of the movie. If they release a 20-minute version, I’ll buy it.

Okay from here on out the plot spoilers get to be major so that I can tell you what’s coming up.



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The deputy pulls on a pair of gloves and coldly punches the hooker in the face, repeatedly… when she is nearly dead she says “I love you” and he replies “I love you, too” before continuing until she’s dead.

He returns to his girlfriend, worn out - having just screwed the hooker six ways to Sunday, killed her, and investigated it afterward… she wants none of that, opens his pants, gets him in her mouth, and spits him out for “tasting of her.”

Here is a tip for anyone who needs it - if a guy proposes marriage as an apology for cheating, just walk away - unless, that is, you stick around to cut his balls off. Anyway…

Soon we see him spanking her while they make love, once again focusing on the outside of her right cheek… (from on top, to remind him of the hooker) - and pushing her face a lot, which I didn’t completely get…

Gets kinkier in a hurry - he opens a bible and finds black-and-white x-rated shots of his mother, who died when he was six, I think they said - smiling shots with definite marks… he remembers her wanting to teach him to box, take off his shirt and punch her…

Then mom, who looks enough like Kate Hudson (for the psychology) but isn’t - is shown in another flashback, lying on the bed, backside well striped, looking back at her very young son (not shown) saying “see what your daddy did to me? Do you want to do more? I like it when you hurt me,” or something like that…

This is all explained, which I’m not going to do, but… he tells his girlfriend he wants to elope, she comes over to his house with her suitcases, and he invites her into the kitchen - punches her in the face a couple of times, then in the stomach, and some more to kill her… stages it to look like an attempted rape… maybe she’s not dead, he kicks her brutally at least twice… the wide shot of her twisted body, clothes askew, urine draining from her - I personally could have done without…

A brief re-flashback of him as a kid attacking the little girl…

I think that’s about it - anything I’ve left out should not affect your decision much…

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

One Second Movie Review - "Whip It"

Don't see it.  Roller Derby girls - they mean girls, like, adolesent.  Haven't been this disappointed since I found out that "bi-lingual" means she can speak two languages.

Friday, June 18, 2010

On the Bike Path


Once upon a time... in the summertime...

my lovely lady has a bike path near her place - wide, paved, and about 20 miles long or something, they tell me, with overpasses and an underpass that looks pretty dang scary even at dusk, let alone dark - but we headed out on foot at dusk, made it through the underpass - I wasn't worried till we got in it, seems designed for bad things to happen - out the other side, walking along as it got pretty dark pretty fast. At some point we saw a truck up the bank with the doors open, so I figured someone was partying, but we never saw or heard anybody at all, and got to an area where we could see ballpark lights - still, pretty dark.

On the left was a rail fence then a steep concrete bank down twenty feet or more to the river, which was currently dry... she was wearing a skirt, no panties, and after a few little spankings - she loves to be spanked outdoors - she climbed up on the fence. I was wearing short work boots and these soft brown pants like fancy jeans - cowboy jeans, tight and straight - and a smooth brown leather belt probably two inches wide, which I took off and strapped her with. My rule is that if I have to take off my belt, she goes down on me, so when she got off the fence she knelt down and took me in her mouth awhile, but didn't bring me off so I could take her later.

She likes to feel the belt in my hand so I let it dangle down across her back while she sucked me. When I'd had about all I could take I put her back up on the fence and gave her a bit more, hard.

We had been done maybe two minutes when the whole place is completely lit up... a police cruiser is rolling down the bike path with headlights and a searchlight, keeping us safe (though I'm pretty sure he didn't go under the scary-looking underpass). By then I had my belt back on...

I had had my back to him and her face was in my crotch, so I'm not sure how much notice we would have gotten - and even if I'd gotten my fly closed I'd be standing there with my belt in my hand... every jurisdiction is different and every cop has a perspective, but nothing good could have come of it...

but it did all work out...

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Advice you can use...

MSN would like to give you some advice on Valentine's Day shopping...

they prefaced their suggestions with this picture:


how perfect - give a guy a nice smooth long narrow leather belt... what she wants is a collar - silver or white gold chain preferred... (don't forget the "Return to Tiffany's" on the dog tag...)

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Oh, Britney...

This is just evil, I know it... but the only way to get a catchy song out of your head is to pass it on to someone else... and it's not just catchy enough as it is... and it's not bad enough that it's played every fifteen minutes...

if you or your kids listen to pop radio, you ought to hear this Britney Spears song before too long - within an hour, max.  It's official title, I believe, is "Three," but you'd know it as "(One, Two,) Three."   For those of you who might otherwise miss out on this cultural achievement, I hope this link will get you an idea:

http://www.britney.com/fr/videos

It's vapid, of course, but pay no attention to the words - at least, not those words.  If you want it really stuck in your head, try these:


One, two, three,
you should be over my knee.
Then we'll see
how good you can be...

Quick as one, two, three
you'll be saying sor-ry!
Betting all on mercy,
Pretty soon we'll start... Uh! Countin'....


One, two...
One, one, one, one, two, three...
Countin' one, two...
Countin' one, one, two, three...


If it takes all night
That'll be okay.
We'll set you right
What did you say?


Elbows on the floor
Can't run away
Nice 'n' red 'n' sore
What did you say?


Are you list'nin'?
Your bottom could be in for a blist'rin'...
Are you list'nin'?
Or do I start counting?


one, two, three,
you don't listen to me...
but we'll see
when you're over my knee

Countin' one, two, three
now you say you're sor-ry!
Betting all on mercy,
Pretty soon we'll start... Uh! Countin'....


Do we need the belt?
To me it's all the same
It's the hand you dealt
Still like your game?


Playful little scheme
Earns you just the same
Hot in the extreme
Still like your game?


Are you list'nin'?
Your bottom could be in for a blist'rin'...
Are you list'nin'?
Or do I start counting?


One, two, three,
you should be over my knee.
Then we'll see
how good you can be...

Countin' one, two, three
now you say you're sor-ry!
Betting all on mercy,
Pretty soon we'll start... Uh! Countin'....


Don't you act all innocent,
"Just for fun and nothing meant."
If not just one trip over my knee,
We can still try two or three (two or three...).
two or three (two or three...),

Or three (Or three... or three...),
Or four , maybe more...

One, two, three,
you should be over my knee.
Then we'll see
how good you can be...

Countin' one, two, three
now you say you're sor-ry!
Betting all on mercy,
Pretty soon we'll start... Uh! Countin'....



 
Oh - and if you want to get it out of your head - pass it on.  (along with jokes about how high Britney can count, and the suggestion that she should have been on Sesame Street instead of The Mickey Mouse Club).