It is a movie so sick, reprehensible and contemptible that I can hardly believe it's playing in respectable theaters, such as Plitt's United Artists. But it is. Attending it was one of the most depressing experiences of, my life. This is a film without a shred of artistic distinction. It lacks even simple craftsmanship. There is no possible motive for exhibiting it, other than the totally cynical hope that it might make money.
And I spit on your violence toward women
I Spit on Your Grave movie review () | Roger Ebert
Meir Zarchi's notorious 'rape and revenge' melodrama was never submitted to the BBFC for cinema classification, but acquired notoriety in the s as one of the most frequently prosecuted 'video nasties' i. The film tells the story of New Yorker Jennifer Hills, who takes a vacation in the countryside where she hopes to write a novel in the peace and quiet. Instead, she meets a group of local men who, after some initial horseplay, turn nasty and gang-rape her three times. One member of the gang is left to kill Jennifer so that the men's crimes will not be reported but he is ultimately unable to go through with the murder. Jennifer subsequently visits each of the men, all but one of whom thinks she is dead , and kills them in a variety of brutal and inventive ways. The film's presentation of sexual violence infringed the Board's strict policy on rape and sexual violence which states that 'Where the portrayal eroticises or endorses sexual assault, the BBFC is likely to require cuts at any classification level'.
I was wrong about I Spit On Your Grave
T here was a time, in the early 80s, when I seemed to be on a picket every week. One of the best was that against the Leeds cinema at which "video nasties" were being screened — the worst of which, we feminists argued, was I Spit on Your Grave ISOYG , a rape-revenge-horror movie depicting the violent sexual torture of a young woman. On hearing that the film has been remade, and remembering the controversy the original caused, I watched the new version with trepidation. The director, I was assured, has given the remake "strong feminist overtones".
This despicable remake of the despicable film "I Spit on Your Grave" adds yet another offense: a phony moral equivalency. In the original, a woman foolishly thought to go on holiday by herself at a secluded cabin. She attracted the attention of depraved local men, who raped her, one after the other. Then the film ended with her fatal revenge. In this film, less time is devoted to the revenge, and more time to verbal, psychological and physical violence against her.