So I just watched Abel Ferrara’s trash classic Ms. 45. (Thank you, Netflix.) Sweet crap on a crutch, what a movie. Note that I don’t put an adjective between “a” and “movie”: not “what a disturbing” movie, not “what a fricking awesome movie,” not “what a confused movie” or “what a sexist movie”… although it is manifestly all of these things. Further spoilerriffic analysis after the jump, plus two soundtrack clips that are SO worth hearing, even if you have to close your eyes and click randomly around the spoiler-laden text until you come across the link.