“Stop. Don’t tell me.”
It’s not that you doubt the veracity of what comes next; it’s that there are certain parts of reality you’d rather not learn about.
One of those parts for me is the gruesomeness of true violence.
And the violence in Red Sparrow was entirely realistic. Or at least it felt that way. I can’t know for sure given my violence-free existence, but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one turning away from the movie screen to avoid witnessing what seemed like correct representations of things that are in the running for human being’s worst possible outcomes.
There is probably something important to learn in this queasiness. We hear statistics of people starving and it registers nothing. We see pictures of abused children and we turn away. The status quo persists.
Or something like that.
But without any of humanity’s better sides to balance out Red Sparrow’s nastiness, disengagement was all I could muster.