The deeper you go into some subcultures, the more you see how twisted some people’s views on sexuality can be. Now it needs to be stated that just because something is twisted, doesn’t make it wrong. In some cases, it just makes it taboo and unknown to us. But in some cases, some deviant wants and needs are just wrong. Not only wrong, but immoral, illegal, and unforgivable. So ofcourse, there are directors who choose to use that discomfort for effect in their films, and the end result can be a harrowing moment in a movie, where you are forced to see something your tender soul was completely unprepared to see. One of the first scenes I remember making me feel like that was the scene in The Exorcist when Linda Blair uses the crucifix as a sex toy. That was roughly three taboos being shown to me at once, in tandem. Sexuality of a child, the dangers of religion (lol), and sex in context of child and religion. I still CAN’T make it through that entire film, which is astounding, if you know me. So it only seems fitting that, three decades later, William Freidkin would do it again with his white trash opus, Killer Joe.