Someone once told me that forgiveness only appeases the forgiven… he was a miserable man. This movie reflects that idea in an interesting way — how forgiveness of self has to come first, before you can even think about forgiving others.

First of all, those girls shouldn’t have ever gone on that trip. Are you kidding me? Just like that? Wow. That’s crazy. Honestly, when they mentioned it in the movie, I did think about it. I did. But guess what? I wouldn’t have actually gone. That’s crazy. Damn.

Anyway, I liked how, when some of the girls started to remember what those men were really doing to them — they fought back. They started attacking them. They started killing them. That’s how serious it was. That’s how serious it is. Imagine if someone did that to you. And then at the end, they didn’t even tell us how the main character ended up in her current position?! I don’t wanna give too many spoilers, but... what the fuck. What did she do?

And the fact that she’s been there multiple times? Nah. You gotta be done after that. This is what you’re doing to people? Seriously? Who raised you?

Now, what can’t be forgiven? Obviously, the things these men did on that trip — and probably many trips before, and unfortunately, maybe many trips after. But what sparked all this? What made them so cruel, so detached from basic human decency?

There’s a moment where one of the guys mentions something happening to him and his sister when they were younger. He doesn’t even remember what exactly. His sister told him. And she’s not doing well — because she does remember. Every. Single. Thing. That’s the difference. He forgets, and he says the more he forgets, the better he feels. Now he thinks he’s found a way to help his sister and people like her — people who can’t forget the horrible things that happened to them.

And I have to admit… forgetting can be a beautiful thing. But dealing with what happened — knowing, learning, growing — that’s powerful too. Everything that happens to us shapes who we’re meant to become. I know people hate hearing that, but it’s true. Your past gives you stories, wisdom, and power that’s uniquely yours.

I’m a forgetter. I forget a lot. Things people bring up that I barely remember. Sometimes I wonder — is it too much weed? Or is something deeper going on? I wish I could remember more. I wish I could know exactly how I became the version of myself I am today. Of course, it’s a mix of many things, but I do feel like I’ve forgotten important stuff. And I want to prioritize remembering.

So yeah, I liked this movie. It hit me hard. I don’t agree with what the characters are doing — not at all — but I understand it. And I know there’s a better way.

Rating: 8.2 out of 10