Film

Ms .45

Name: Ms .45
Genre: Crime, Thriller, Action
Released: 1981
Cast: Zoë Lund, Albert Sinkys, Darlene Stuto, Abel Ferrara, Helen McGara

Abel Ferrara's grimy, low-budget shocker takes a genre built for exploitation and makes it strange and mournful instead of triumphant. Zoë Lund, mostly silent, plays a seamstress whose spiral into vigilante violence unfolds across 1981 Manhattan's peep-show streets, shot with real menace and odd beauty. Tense, ugly, cult-classic viewing for anyone who wants their revenge story to leave a bruise, not a cheer.

TMDb rating

6.7

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