

Overwhelmingly, stranger danger is presented as the main threat, and overwhelmingly, that isn’t matched by women’s reported experience.Īccording to recent ABS statistics, 87% of women sexually assaulted by men knew the perpetrator, and for 52%, it was an intimate partner. The rapist here does cry and claim he’s “ordinary”, but it’s a mere moment. Overt surrealism accumulates – built from violence while jogging in a park at night, a tiny mother-figure wielding scissors, the noir-like trope of being pursued by a male passenger with “eyes of ash” – into a crescendo of sexual violation and ultra-violent vengeance.ĬUT feels safe – almost pre-#MeToo in its sensibility – partly because it reproduces with an uncritical eye the “monster myth” about male sexual violence. Her voice drifts uncertainly between the first-, second- and third-person as subliminal fears, memories of childhood cruelty, snatches of news (and perhaps urban legend) fall out of her, like pieces of broken fuselage. Credit: Jodie Hutchinsonīetween shifts, the woman traverses her narrow catwalk in what might best be described as a highly fragmented dream play. CUT takes on matters of urgent social importance.
