"Oh I see, wouldn't want to compromise your dignity"
"WHY CANT YOU SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.... YOU BELONG... with... MEEEE"
Next to Nick Cave the best thing to come from Down Under (yes that includes the Black Box. And Wifi), few horror films can match this mix of grimy elegance and cerveaux-hemorrhaging nervous glee, Robin McLeavy's spoiled, ecstatic, fetishistic emo princess is right up there among the all time great villians (or perhaps the actual protoganist? Probably depending on how much fun you're having or how horny you happen to be). True rusty-nail-to-the-crotch cinema, and it's glorious.