Few moments in cinema are more satisyfing ...

It's one of those moments where you bite your lip because you don't want to blurt out "take that you motherfucker".

Oh, absolutely. And I could just really feel Paul venting his long-suppressed rage that he had been forced to swallow for however long he had been imprisoned, when he was stuffing the burnt paper in her mouth and going "eat it, you sick, twisted fuck!" Great delivery by James Caan.

The ending was far from satisfying; it was too simple.