Not much plot to recount here.....dope sick prostitute Bunny attempts to turn her daily tricks with deranged trucker Hog, and the whole situation goes south even more readily than the title character.
Chained up in the back of his semi, she's shaved, tortured, humiliated and dehumanized in a nearly wordless 76 minutes. No character backstory (other than some flashblacks to one of Hog's former victims), no exposition, no editorializing.
While occasionally hitting on a retro stylish Floria Sigismondi style cinematography/editing in the crisp black and white, there's remarkably little to recommend here. There is no characterization(and thus very little reason to become involved or care about the titular character), and it's made clear from the beginning of the film that Bunny has no chance of relief or escape.
Both of the film's non actors(Jeff Renfro and Rodleen Getsic) do a credible job of making this as visceral an experience as possible, with Rodleen deserving a trophy for sheer showbiz trooper......as she actually endured all of the injuries/burns/brands and humiliations depicted in the film. Only the drug use was simulated.
However, first time director Adam Rehmeier wastes this film's strongest card.
The first time you see/hear Bunny's legitimate stricken terrified screams or Hog's maniacal laughter in a maelstrom of industrial music and jump cuts, it's affecting. The fourth time a near identical set of stills/audio and jump cuts appears, it starts being annoying. By the 10th go, it's utterly boring.
Amongst all of the repetition, some of the film's most haunting moments are lost in the din (Hog playing with knives outside the truck while his victim screams, the filmed playback of a crying Bunny from the in truck tripod, Bunny panting and exhausted in the desert sand in bondage restraints and the titular bunny mask).
There's an excellent 35 minute short about in this mess somewhere, buried under a lot of self indulgent performance art pretensions and an overly long run time. It's a waste of the physical endurance test Ms. Getsic endured, which never should have been the most notable thing about this film in the first place, and a flood of press releases and interviews prattling on about rebirth and catharsis do not help.
If you have to explain a concept after a film that's run twice as long as it should have, the director has failed in his mission of getting that subtext across visually.
Chained up in the back of his semi, she's shaved, tortured, humiliated and dehumanized in a nearly wordless 76 minutes. No character backstory (other than some flashblacks to one of Hog's former victims), no exposition, no editorializing.
While occasionally hitting on a retro stylish Floria Sigismondi style cinematography/editing in the crisp black and white, there's remarkably little to recommend here. There is no characterization(and thus very little reason to become involved or care about the titular character), and it's made clear from the beginning of the film that Bunny has no chance of relief or escape.
Both of the film's non actors(Jeff Renfro and Rodleen Getsic) do a credible job of making this as visceral an experience as possible, with Rodleen deserving a trophy for sheer showbiz trooper......as she actually endured all of the injuries/burns/brands and humiliations depicted in the film. Only the drug use was simulated.
However, first time director Adam Rehmeier wastes this film's strongest card.
The first time you see/hear Bunny's legitimate stricken terrified screams or Hog's maniacal laughter in a maelstrom of industrial music and jump cuts, it's affecting. The fourth time a near identical set of stills/audio and jump cuts appears, it starts being annoying. By the 10th go, it's utterly boring.
Amongst all of the repetition, some of the film's most haunting moments are lost in the din (Hog playing with knives outside the truck while his victim screams, the filmed playback of a crying Bunny from the in truck tripod, Bunny panting and exhausted in the desert sand in bondage restraints and the titular bunny mask).
There's an excellent 35 minute short about in this mess somewhere, buried under a lot of self indulgent performance art pretensions and an overly long run time. It's a waste of the physical endurance test Ms. Getsic endured, which never should have been the most notable thing about this film in the first place, and a flood of press releases and interviews prattling on about rebirth and catharsis do not help.
If you have to explain a concept after a film that's run twice as long as it should have, the director has failed in his mission of getting that subtext across visually.