Marnie and other movie rapes

A bit heavy for a tuesday morning, but I can't get it out of my mind. So I'll write it out.

I tried to watch this film again recently, and it occurs to me that it really is one of the strangest things I've ever seen. I mean, OK, possibly not as strange as men in tins fighting each other or women who spend mortgage amounts on fine shoes, but strange in a different way, a personal way.

It's Hitchcock at his most libidinously frustrated; the story focuses on Marnie, a beautiful con-artist with a deeply troubled past, trapped and forced into marriage by wealthy Mark who determines to somehow rescue her, to bring her deep secrets to the fore so that she can be cured. How will we know she's cured? Well, she'll sleep with him for a start and thereafter domestic bliss is guaranteed.

She makes it clear she doesn't want to marry him, and clear that she doesn't want sex with him. On their honeymoon night he seems to understand it, but as time goes on...well, this happens:

( About rape in movies, please be conscious of potential triggers )