Death and the Maiden (1994)

  This was a horribly creepy movie.  And not in a fun way.

I don't know why Netflix recommended this.  Perhaps I had been thoughtlessly cruel to it at some point.  If so, Netflix, I apologize whole-heartedly for whatever transgression I may have committed against you.  Please don't punish me like this any more.

So, the entire cast is white people playing Latin people.  Sigourney Weaver was a political dissident who was systematically tortured and raped before eventually being freed.  She married the editor of the underground paper she was working for and watched him rise up through the ranks of the new more-tolerant government.  At the beginning of the movie, we find that she is pissed off because Hubby just took a job that will allow him to prosecute the people responsible for all the torture ONLY in cases that ended in death.  Meaning she is shit outta luck for justice.

During a horrible storm, hubby gets dropped off at home by a kind stranger after a flat.  She recognizes the stranger's voice as the doctor who was in charge of her terrifying rape sessions.  So, of course, she steals his car, stranding him at the house.  She then proceeds to tie him up at gunpoint and threatens him with death unless he confesses.  But is she just a crazy paranoid woman who snapped?

Now we know he actually is the evil bastard who tortured her because 1) it's Ben Kingsley.  He's always the bad guy and 2) LT Ripley wouldn't make a bad ID like that.  She's killed aliens.

Anway, the movie is ambiguous and disturbing.  Is he just saying stuff to try and get out of there alive?  Did he actually do the things she says he did?  These are questions the movie wants you to try and figure out while Sigourney and Ben try and out-creep each other.  No me gusta.