Although I've watched this movie three times the only thing that's stuck with me is the scene in which the male protagonist masturbates and ejaculates on the face of his former abuser. It's pretty much the only suggestive and psychologically rich moment in the whole film. There's no penis shown and no "money shot" but, besides "pleasuring himself," the handsome and talented lead also delivers, during that onanistic act, a wrenching monologue simultaneously condemning and rewarding his tormentor, as well as a focused and powerful performance. That intensity is never achieved again. I can't help but think that the film exists solely to deliver that scene and that insight. Since I can't think of another film quite that honest in its exploration of abuse maybe watching the rest of the movie, whose eventual plot machinations are strictly rote, may be worth it.
Just not for me.
Just not for me.