“Both of them.” The second is definitely the more painful for lil’ Roark Jr, as the determined detective proceeds to violently disarm the Yellow Bastard’s man-pistol for the second time in 90 minutes, clenching away his clackers in a gooey marshmallowy mustard-coloured splodge. Disarmament (Sin City, 2005)“I take away his weapon,” says Hartigan. Revenge is a dish best served in a bloody tissue. Tracking down the guys who earlier attempted to adjust Bane’s vocal chords, the Bondurants take a straight razor to the terror-etched henchmen’s undercarriages and deliver them to their nemesis. Message Sent (Lawless, 2012)Finding themselves up against a literally cut-throat copper, those bootleggin’ Bondurant boys aim to cut something a little lower on the anatomy. So in celebration of its newest dis-membered members, get ready to cross those legs for the best in lost manhood, occasional female empowerment but mostly bloody, spurting amateur sex surgery. These though are just the latest entrants in cinema’s most wince-inducing club: the cinematic castration – the ultimate in emasculation, humiliation and total pain. This week we not only sat (uncomfortably) through Lawless’ de-conkering but also Dredd’s bloody-mouthed wang worrying. BEWARE OF NUT-BUSTING SPOILERS AHEAD Ouch.
