One day, I will put together a Seriously Random List ranking the five trashiest, most misogynistic, vile, opprobrious, cinematic cum stains in the history of film, and number one on that list will be I Spit on Your Grave. The 1978 film was a senselessly brutal, nihilistic, cruel, woman-hating hunk of shit, and if I ever saw the writer/director, Meir Zarchi, on the street, I would rape his eyeballs with a broken coke bottle.
You remember Captivity? I Spit on Your Grave was the original, more vulgar, more savage, and more relentlessly cruel version of Captivity. It is essentially about a female writer, working out in the middle of the woods, who is abducted, beaten, and gang-raped against rocks for, like, an hour, in every malicious and graphic way imaginable and then left for dead. Of course, like in Captivity, she seeks revenge, but retribution is a mere afterthought — there’s no real payoff, because if you manage to make it to the end of this unwatchable bullshit, you’re so sick to your goddamn stomach that you don’t even care.
And of course, they’re remaking it. Actually, they already have remade it, and Anchor Bay Entertainment, who I believe also distributed the original, have picked up the rights to distribute this one, which stars Jennifer Butler. It will be released theatrically in the fall.
I can already envision the marketing for this movie — it will be hyped as a pro-woman revenge flick. Don’t believe a goddamn word of it. It’s powerfully sickening, and this remake will undoubtedly be half as well made as the original (have no doubt, a movie that elicits the reaction of the original cannot be criticized for being ineffective), exploiting a demographic of small-dicked men who get off on seeing a woman brutally and viciously beaten and violated until our own senses are numb.