Attacked by a masked would-be …

Attacked by a masked would-be rapist (Russo), Fawcett manages to escape but leaves her ID behind. The police (‘Ever been picked up for perversion previous to?’) are less than sympathetic, and her two flatmates are kind enough to take her car with them when they leave her alone to face, as she and we know, her assailant’s destined crop up again. What follows is an hour of brutish and voyeuristically relished confrontation as Fawcett, initially stripped, humiliated and terrorised, manages to turn the tables to blind and in her ‘animal’ belligerent. This offensive adjustment of William Mastrosimone’s debatable fool around suggests that there was never much cast doubt upon of making any serious assault to deal with the eminent subjects raised. The use of subjective camera and meaningless circling shots cannot conceal either the chief abuse of cinematic technique or the crippling be without of psychological understanding and detail. Under the restrictive disposal of Young’s guiding, Russo’s moronic ‘Method’ freak and Fawcett’s grimy avenger are equated as scant beasts in this inseparable-chamber chaos.