Just re-watched this movie, which I remembered as being pretty good, after many years. It's funny how different it plays in post-Trump America. It could almost be a parable. And the stereotypically smug, condescending, aloof liberal (to judge by their horror at someone owning — gulp — a gun!) city couple doesn't come off as innocent as they did the first time I watched it... to the extent that I was a little disappointed that, rather than make a controversial observation, aloofness simply wins in the end over brute physicality and living perhaps just a little too much in-the-moment, and apparently without even being really changed in any substantial way by the experience. But, after a slow start, the acting is every bit as good as I remember, and the movie actually raises a lot of interesting things to think about, all of which elevates it above the exploitation flick it could easily have been if they hadn't gotten so much right. Pitt portrays a complete lack of empathy for other human beings without becoming a caricature or monster... just a very, very damaged human being, perhaps the most realistic, believable psychopath I've seen in a movie, different from sociopaths I've met in real life only in degree. One critic called his this film a "demystification of the serial killer" and that's a good way of putting it. And the way the couples adopt or resist each others' traits is interesting commentary on different types of people. It's hard for me to believe this film bombed at the box office.