This is a 90 minute self-indulgent, masturbatory film where the main character is played by the man who wrote him, essentially a film to satisfy and justify his clear hatred of women.
The whole film is spent where every single sentence is him talking down to her as if she was a petulant child and her thoughts and feelings are invalid and idiotic and that he is intelligent and reasonable. Her problems can be summed up by him as being down to her feminine incapabilities and emotions, and how men don't have these issues. Everything is her being selfish and bratty and instead of him trying to understand her he argues with her and never takes her side.
Not once does he pay her a compliment, yet all she does is gush about him, about how lucky she was to have him, how much she loved him. We don't even learn her name until 18 minutes into the film. She is essentially a figurehead for all the women that have wronged him in his life, and the film is spent with him monologing and ranting to her and takes the form of a one-sided shower argument, except Ross McCall had the great idea to make his into a film and cast himself!
This film is one condescending rant after another, not once taking any responsibility for his actions during his marriage and projecting everything onto his partner, blaming her for his anger and dismissing her feelings and reasoning for what she did.
The writer (Ross Mccall) clearly has unresolved issues with women and is so deep inside his own toxic outdated ideas of masculinity that to watch it was to evoke feelings of anger that he thinks he is justified in his sexism and misogyny. I slowly had to come to the realisation that this was not written from the perspective of a man who is trying to show that his character is wrong and that his behaviour and thinking is ugly and outdated, but actually is written by a man who truly believes he is right and justified in his behaviour and reasoning - and that was the most disturbing part of this film.
The culminating argument is about how men should be men and they should bottle up their emotions and punch holes in the wall because it's better than hitting your wife. His wife however should know better than to try and emote and should not express her emotions because god forbid he gets uncomfortable or try to deal with his emotions in a grown-up and healthy way!
This film was not about a man learning the error of how he acted in his marriage, perhaps he could have been more considerate of his wife's feelings or even try to understand why she had her affair but was instead of the writer trying to justify his thoughts, his aggression and his misogynistic attitude towards women through the narrative of the character he himself plays.
(SPOILERS) McCall then has the audacity to kill her off in what looks to the viewer as a punishment for her affair and claiming he loved her the whole time. In watching the past 80 minutes of film not once did I get the impression he loved her, rather it seemed that he had dragged her to the place of their honeymoon to be condescending and berate her.
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