I find I Spit on Your Grave to a puzzling and troublesome movie. While I’m rooting for the main character Jennifer Hills (Sarah Butler), I also don’t want to see what’s going on. In a sense this is a good thing as it conveys a disturbing realism to events. A remake of the 1978 film by the same name (or Day of the Woman), I Spit on Your Grave is a vile and disturbing piece of cinematography.
Jennifer Hills escapes society in order to start on her next book. Her isolation of choice is a small cabin in the woods – surely nothing can go wrong with this idea? On the way there she meets several men at a gas station, who eventually sneak into her cabin. Their invasion leads to the torture and rape of Jennifer. Yes, you do see all of this. Yes, it is a gruesome spectacle. Yes, I hated every moment of it.
This constitutes the first half of Grave. The second follows Miss Hills as she exacts her revenge upon these monsters. Each offending man receives a different, and fitting, torture depending on what they did to Jennifer. The movie ends with the best one, which made me smirk at the outcome.
The movie does have a few redeeming qualities to it. The acting is very well done and, with the exception of one character, there is a realism to these performances. Props go to Sarah Butler for having to handle all of this; it couldn’t have been easy. The offenders do give you a sense of crazed depravity, which adds to the overall realism the movie tries to convey.
I Spit on Your Grave’s special effects are quite well done, and lend of the pain is portrayed by the protagonist and antagonists. Almost nothing looks cheesy with plenty of standard special effects – no CGI.
While I can see how I Spit on Your Grave may empower some (the second half, not the first) it is a sick and twisted mess of a movie. If you enjoy the Murder Porn sub-genre then watch this, otherwise stay far, far away from it.