This movie is quirky, fast-paced, and in-your-face irreverent. Jason Statham is a god among men when it comes to action sequences, and the choreography and cinematography are phenomenal. I was looking forward to kicking back and being entertained, but a lot has happened in 16 years, and I was not prepared for the scene at roughly 50 minutes. Do not continue reading, unless you want a mid-movie spoiler.
50 Minutes into the movie, Statham's character is running out of adrenaline while in an Asian market with his girlfriend. He tried to convince her to have sex with him right then and there to save his life, but she's not having it. She says no several times. He starts grabbing at her body, ripping her clothes, while she's yelling no and all of the onlookers are doing just that - looking on. Suddenly - in a way that only Hollywood magic can provoke - she changes her mind and her "no's" convert to moans and she gets into it, culminating into the entire crowd cheering them on.
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I think this particular scene is a good representation of how society, as a whole, is still developing it's understanding of consent, and how it wasn't that long ago that it was publicly glorifying sexual abuse: if you're a real man like Statham, she'll end up liking it, right? I'm not criticizing the writers, directors, or actors. I'm simply stating that this movie is an example of what society found "entertaining" only 16 years ago, and 16 years was not that long ago.