learning that deborah twiss wrote this as a creative catharsis exercise based on her own experiences working in a new york strip club bumped this to five stars for me. it is crushing how underseen this film is.

even with its chaotic third act, this is a perfect film. one of the most gratifying girl-gang-hitwomen vigilanteeism i've ever seen, with almost no SA imagery at all. this adds to the exhaustive evidence that SA scenes are... almost never... necessary...

a…

Like, the most special. 

I hadn’t really ever watched this with anyone, and I damn sure never thought I’d watch it in a theatre with ~170 of my new closest friends 

This film is so personal to me and it has had a profound impact on my life and my personality and I was so nervous to express that so thanks for letting me and thanks for chuckling at all my little jokes that did not land 

I went through…

i couldn’t decide between sharing my sappy take or my not-sappy take, so bear with me 

not-sappy:
"all women do is sing and laugh and say the word 'pussy!'"

sappy:
I've avoided the rape revenge subgenre for a looong time, mistakenly believing I would find more misogyny than catharsis there. Ms. 45 is one of the shiniest, strongest entries that changed my mind (also lookin' at you, Revenge 👀). This film flips the literal script on misconceptions about the subgenre…