Director Abel Ferrara doesn’t know how to make a normal movie. Everything he touches comes out weird. His humor is too vicious to be comfortable and his viciousness is too funny to be somber. He couldn’t paint by the numbers if he tried, God bless him. Go ahead and find one conventional moment in this rape revenge classic. You can’t. Even a man here who seems to be gay turns out to have a taste for the ladies. Everything is bonkers in this film. The only character you can trust is the dog. So, Zoe Tamerlis is a high-strung mute seamstress in sleazy early 80s New York City who gets sexually assaulted TWICE under two different circumstances in one day. The first guy gets away with it, but she manages to bash in the brains of the second guy. She keeps his body in her apartment, chops it up, and gets rid of the evidence piece-by-piece throughout the city. Along the way, she develops a taste for murdering men, especially if they show any trace of sexual aggression. Every man is a predator in her eyes. She kills guys who hit on her and she even kills guys who argue with women in public. She should probably kill me, too, because I think she’s pretty hot. It all culminates in a classic costume party scene where Zoe dresses up as a nun with a gun under her habit. We’re talkin’ must-see stuff here.