Some guy is tooling around Hong Kong raping women. A group of police detectives sets out to catch the fiend because the district “has too many rapists”. The raping and speaking in Chinese ensues.
This is a sordid tale about a dude who creeps about at (usually) 4am accosting and then raping women. When he amps it up to savagely beating them and then subsequently graduates to murdering his victims, the police are hard pressed to catch him before the bodies really start to pile up. I really enjoyed the explanation (and they do it at length, actually) that the “district has too many rapists”. Fuck me… is there a rapist quota? Do you need to apply for a rape licence like you would to hunt or fish? Is there a waiting list? “Hello? Yes, this is Quach Ming. Oh, I’ve been moved up on the rape license list? I’ll be down right away. Why yes I do have rubber gloves and Vaseline.”. Is there a rapist’s union? “Sorry, you can’t do the raping here, we are over quota. Try the Pei Ling district.”. WTF. So apparently Hong Kong society will only tolerate so many rapists. Whatever.
The dialogue here is really shoddy and the subtitles are so inept in fact that they even change the overall concept of entire scenes. For example: police are questioning one of the victims and she is describing what happened to her the night of the raping. She mentions that she “felt like being raped”. Umm… ok wait. So you WANTED to be raped? Is it even rape then? Can one rape the willing? If the rapist raped the girl and she put up a decent fight but then finds out that she wanted it, does his rape satisfaction quotient go down? Suddenly he’s at home reveling in the memory of his crime, masturbating into an ashtray when the rug is yanked from under him – he merely had sex with a willing participant. Does he then need to fill in the notch on his headboard? Does this now entail an impromptu pre-rape screening questionnaire? “I’m going to do the raping! Do you want it?”. How can one be sure the victim is being truthful? We all know that girls say “no” but their eyes say “FUCK YES – fill my every hole with your greasy manhood”, right? This film has posed so many questions that will never be answered in my head it’s maddening. Evidently the main detective (I’ll call him “Chain Smoking Guy”) has a hate-on for rapists because he too was raped. And then his sister was raped and put into an asylum where she remains TO THIS DAY. Then it turns out he may be full of shit when he said he was raped. Awesome topic to joke about, indeed. This results in a lot of confusion and some serious “WTF” moments.
For the most part the film is comprised of girls getting stalked and graphically (somewhat – there’s no penetration or anything) raped and sometimes maimed or killed. The rapist’s techniques are the stuff of legends too. He can seemingly cause the victim to fall unconscious for no reason other than his apparent magical rape aura and ofttimes he picks them up and rapes them in mid-air. The scenes don’t shy away as the viewer is treated to much violent raping action as the film plods along. The police do their damndest to bait the evil surplus rapist but are unsuccessful. That sneaky rapist! The Rapist was purportedly based on the antics of a fellow by the name of Lam Kwok-wai, who raped and murdered women in the early 90s. Interesting subject matter to choose to make into a feature film, indeed.
In a way The Rapist could be providing scathing social commentary. Society everywhere is comprised of worthless, snivelling pieces of shit content to wallow in their own little bubbles rather than get involved in a situation where one of their fellow snivelling pieces of shit is in distress – yet will mewl, caterwaul, and belly-ache that everyone should be treated fair and equal and be devoid of pain, discomfort or manipulation. In essence, humanity in general should be raped, abused, tortured and murdered by those enlightened enough to not be of the aforementioned ilk. Survival of the fittest, right? Are the people who are willing to prey on the weak and useless more highly evolved beings? They are free from the trappings and weakness of empathy. They are awake enough to see that protecting the weak and useless is a pointless endeavor that will only lead to more of the weak and useless mewling and simpering in the corner. Yet society condemns these individuals as “evil” or “sick”. Maybe they’re simply doing the world a favor.
There’s not much else to say. It’s a cheap Chinese exploitation film shot in a lot of dark alleys and corridors, tenements, etc. Much of the subtitles are obscured by white backgrounds so I may have missed something awesome (but I doubt it). The Rapist is certainly entertaining, but not in the way the film was intended as it does take itself quite seriously. Watch it for the raping action, the totally fucked up dialogue and the ridiculousness. You will at the very least be amused. Or feel raped. Either way it’s just another Saturday night.
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Duane co-founded The Church of Splatter-Day Saints in 2005. When not immersed in film he's enjoying good whiskey, smoking meat in the backyard or thinking about sluts. He makes a damn fine habanero fire sauce.
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