I usually engage with films based on three categories: craft, content, and impact, and unfortunately, it scored poorly in all three for Megan and me. Neither the quality of the film nor the storytelling stood out. The worldview felt very much like something from Quentin Tarantino—fueled by revenge and hatred.

But when the kids had gone, the PVC stored away, and the bed sheets returned to our home, a strange thing took place: a sting of melancholy.