The whole world could have a UN-backed, consciousness-raising, child-r*pe circle-jerk with Oprah Winfrey presiding and kids would still get raped, I would not get unraped, and the world would continue its ceaseless, horrible spin. I am not in favor of censorship, nor do I doubt Dakota's resilience as an actor: my argument is not moral, merely aesthetic.
Why, after Streisand's The Prince of Tides, Scorsese's remake of Cape Fear, Anjelica Huston's Bastard Out of Carolina, Kampmeier's previous film Virgin, do we need more child/adolescent/adult graphic r*pe in a rural Southern setting? It's trite, don't you think? You can re-enact child r*pe for a noble purpose in numerous exotic locales with five-star hotels and restaurants. Imagine poor Dakota on location staying at a Motel Six and eating at Shane's Rib Shack. Now that's degrading.
Do the kids in New York City and Los Angeles lack that certain rapable something? Can't we have a graphic child r*pe set in St. Moritz involving the really smashing spawn of some forgotten duchy? I imagine Kampmeier would have no trouble getting and keeping a crew for that location, and Dakota could fit in some skiing.
And although she wasn't raped, just beat to death, we haven't had a Lisa Steinberg graphic Hollywood orgy just yet, have we? You know, set in the backwaters of Greenwich Village with that sadistic hayseed lawyer and his uneducated redneck former children's book writer/editor abused girlfriend. We could put Dakota up at the St. Regis and go wayyyy overbudget.
Creativity, Hollywood! That's all I ask when I go to see a kid get raped to affirm my moral rectitude and upliftment.