When you say the words, “the female John Wick,” are you likely to be thinking about Ballerina … or The Wrath of Becky? In Ballerina, Ana de Armas kills dudes like John Wick does. In The Wrath of Becky, the bad guys bug her at work, follow her home, break in, kill her foster mom, knock her out, and steal her dog … and that’s when revenge happens.
Which one sounds more Wick-ed to you?
Becky (Lulu Wilson) is the product of a home broken by Neo Nazis. They killed her parents, forcing her into the system. She already has it in for the douchebags and started training three years ago for just the moment when three “Noble Men” behave abysmally at Becky’s diner. When they’re dicks, Becky deliberately spills coffee on the leader.
Well that just won’t stand, will it?
I’ve told you the rest already; the three escalate to an ungodly degree and then Becky wants payback … only to realize these Noble Men are part of something bigger that includes Seann William Scott, who fails to say “DUDE!” or “SWEET!” even once in this film.
Lulu Wilson is going to remind a few of Sarah Michelle Gellar. A poor woman’s Sarah Michelle, to be clear. She hasn’t got quite the appeal, spunk, or pure defiance of Buffy. However, 
the attitude, look, and mission will definitely remind Buffy fans of what they’ve been missing. The film is short and to the point. It doesn’t waste a whole lot of time with plot or exposition. The dudes are bad; they have an evil plan; the pissed off foster kid is going to exact justice. Whether or not justice IRL takes place is almost irrelevant – much like a Buffy episode.
And the will be blood. Lots of it. Ewwww.
I know The Wrath of Becky isn’t great. It’s a little wooden, gets by on sensationalism and cheap emotion, and the heroine is not a woman I ever expect to see again in a starring role. And yet, until the elements of White Supremacy have been eradicated, nay until every semblance of the racism, sexism, toxic masculinity, stupidity, boredom, and misplaced emotion that gave rise to President Trump has been completely eliminated, I want to see a film like this every.single.week. And I want you to see one as well.
There once was a girl named Becky
Whose life was a human train wreck-y
She met with white trash
And had quite a clash
Making misogynists all cry: “What the heck-y?”
Rated R, 84 Minutes
Director: Matt Angel, Suzanne Coote
Writer: Matt Angel, Suzanne Coote, Nick Morris
Genre: The world I want to live in
Type of being most likely to enjoy this film: Feminists
Type of being least likely to enjoy this film: White Supremacists, Trump voters
