Imagine if you were brutally raped by 5 strangers and somehow survived the ordeal, what would you do? Call the police? Commit suicide? How about exacting vengeance upon those filthy beasts who defiled your life?
That is the premise of I Spit on Your Grave.
Now I believe some of you guys might have guessed what the hedge clipper will be used for. Is it some kind of natural instinct for us men to think that way whenever we see a woman with some cutting device? Maybe.
To cut the long story short, aspiring novelist Jennifer Hills rented a cabin in the countryside to stay for a couple of months so that she can focus on her new novel with nobody to disturb her. Unfortunately, she offended some local guys and they decided to rape her as punishment. 5 men took turns to violate her in the worst manner possible and attempted to kill her after the dastardly deed. However, she managed to escape and evade them. After that, she hunted each and every single one of them down and treat them the way they treated her, except a million times worst. The film ends when she finally killed the last one of the men, with a smirk on her face.
This film is a remake of the film with the same name in 1978. It was a very controversial film then and still is now because of the extended scenes of gang rape and sexual violence against a woman. In fact, critics argue that the rape scenes are much more likely to occur to a woman in real life than the revenge of Jennifer Hills, which was depicted in a "cartoonish horror-flick impossibilities". I agree. But then again, its just a movie. And I feel that the crux of the film is the idea of taking revenge on the bad guys. Make them suffer utterly for the things they did to you. VENGEANCE.
The film had a budget of $2 million but it only brought in $572, 809 worth of revenue, meaning it sucked so much that it couldn't even get enough viewers to break even. That would mean the film only had a small following. And I am part of that small following. Which means I am not in the mainstream group of viewers. Hmmm. Whatever that means.
Fish hooks.
Eyes wide open.
Smear some fish guts on.
Wait for the crows to come.
And then you know.
Take a bottle of lye.
Empty it into the tub.
Wait for his abs to give way.
See his dissolved tongue.
Dissolved face.
And something like that.
Surprise.
No.
NOOOOOOOOOO!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
You know this is gonna happen.
A shotgun.
Up his ass! (Guess why.)
A string on the trigger.
A hole in your face.
Like a boss.
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