Los Tres Huastecos (1948)

      PADRE
No juegues, está amartillada, puede estar cargada.
      HIJA
Está. Defiéndete.
      PADRE
No me apuntes, dámela.
      HIJA
Quitamela, si eres macho.
(she shoots)
      PADRE
¡Hija!
      HIJA
¡Waaaah!
      PADRE
¿Porque lloras, es porque te asustaste?
      HIJA
(crying)
No, porque no te di.

Exactly. Let the tears fly at the failure to gun down sexual discipline smacked upon girls--humiliation through chivalry's bloated subterfuge.

As in the Roman soldiers' rape of Sabine women, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, favorite film of grandmother (who always wore dresses), brutes stuff girls in burlap sacks for pacification via Stockholm syndrome to delightful tunes and synchronized handstand log fence vaulting.

色戒 Lust, Caution's lesson to uppity young women: suffer penetration 'til your insides scream, be rewarded with one heckuva big shiny rock--preferably pink.