Sometimes I get into a headspace, and only this movie will do.
The opening montage may rank in my top 5 favourite ever. The BALLS to have your opening shot be a clearly violently murdered woman. Cut to Henry, going about his business and appearing normal. Cut back to another dumped corpse, and on and on. The motel bathroom scene is particularly grisly (my fave, only just beating the one face down in a trash-ridden pond). I really adore this start to the story, it's so fucking BLEAK, and the reveal of the violence left in Henry's wake is all the more impactful for the slow pan outs/zoom ins, which clarify - along with the soundtrack as it plays garbled, condensed audio from the murders - maybe a little of the "how" but absolutely none of the "why". Because there is no "why". There's just Henry.
It's a depressing-as-shit heavy hitter, and I love it, down to the intro/outro score. PLUS, I always seem to be surprised he doesn't stamp that terrier to death. Deserving of full marks.
Fuck the Bears.