Review of I Spit on Your Grave (2010) by Adam W — 08 Mar 2011

A really sexy girl goes to a cabin in the woods. There she walks about in her underwear, goes jogging in the smallest boob-tube you've ever seen, spills wine all over her top and other such titillating activities. The cameras is never more than an inch away from her ass or chest.

Then...

Rednecks humiliate, molest and repeatedly rape her.

Ooooh, now you feel guilty for perving on her earlier, don't you?!

Well, no actually - I think you're a dumbshit trying to masquerade highly dubious rape-fantasies as social commentary.

Following the beautifully and artfully filmed rape stuff (contrast this to Gasper Noe's static long shot in Irreversible), the film descends into absurd Saw-style revenge movie, with our heroine going psycho-Terminator on her foe's, presumably to such ridiculous degrees as to assuage any lingering guilt from the director/audience members that got turned on by all the wrongness of the first half.

This film was bollocks.

Happy International Woman's Day!