Cinematic Rant

Little sis and I went to see The Strangers, tonight, on the spurr of the moment.  It's supposed to be based on a true story about a couple whose home is randomly invaded by three psychopaths.  Having gone into it with the true story aspect in mind, I spent the entire movie wanting to shake the everliving daylights out of Liv Tyler's character.   Actually, both her and her lover, to tell the truth, but mostly her.  At least the guy was trying to make himself useful by finding a gun and trying to get to the radio to call for help.  What annoyed me about him was:

1. when she tries to tell him that the psychos had initially gotten into the house and taken her cell phone, his reaction was undeniably of the "my little woman's all hysterical; let's pat her on the head" variety.
2. Having finally realized, hey, the psycos ganked the phones, when he tries to get to the shed with the radio, he leaves her behind.  "Safety in numbers?  Nah... You wait here, honey."

I might have been able to overlook that but she actually did spend the whole movie being hysterical and useless.  And that pissed me off.  She had any number of occasions to think of perhaps possibly defending herself, but no.  She stumbles around and cries and curls into a little ball of panicked misery on the floor.  She actually manages to  get to the shed with the radio (soon to be an ex-radio, after the fashion of Monty Python's parrot) and there were all sorts of potentially-useful things, there--pointy things, a shovel, nice heavy wrenches--and she doesn't even spare them a second glance.  The one time she reaches for someting to defend herself with,  it's this itty bitty knife that probably couldn't peel a potato.  I wanted to yell at the screen!  

One scene sums the whole thing up.  She gets cornered by one of the psychos, and as she reaches for her potato-peeler, she says "He (as in her lover) will kill you."  I kid you not.  "He will kill you."

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WHAT???? >:-[ ]

Okay, just for the record, if I know that there are people trying to get into my home and kill me, yeah, the primary objective is going to be getting out alive, but I'm also bloody well going to get my hands on anything that could make a decent weapon and be prepared to show them what a psycho really is, if need be.  I'm also not going to let the person I love go out into the night and get himself caught while I stay sobbing (in plain bloody view!!!!) on the goddamn porch.  And if one of them cornered me, pardon my French, but that fucker had better be worried about what I'm going to do to them with the handy dandy crowbar and/or machete that I grabbed from the shed, having had the funny notion that if I wanted to survive I might ought to do something to see to it! 

What year is this???  Arwen, how could you???