I Spit on Your Grave (2010)
107 min., unrated.
The most shocking thing about "I Spit on Your Grave" is that someone actually remade it and that the MPAA thought an actual rating would dilute its power. You will surely need a clean shower with bleach and cheap vodka afterwards if you punish yourself to endure this ugly, repellent, unwelcome remake.
Comely Sarah Butler gets put through the degrading wringer as Jennifer, a hot novelist on vacation alone in a cabin in the Hickville woods. What part of “alone in a cabin in the Hickville woods” don't horror-movie chicks understand? After a confrontation with a redneck at the local gas station, she's stalked, gang-raped, and left for dead. Rape her once, shame on them, rape her twice, shame on her, as she systematically tortures and kills her assailants. Is violence justified or is Jennifer also at fault? Is "I Spit on Your Grave" misogynistic or a feminist film? Neither. It's empty, distasteful garbage.
Closely resembling the unwatchable 1978 rape-and-revenge flick's structure to the appointed end, Steven R. Monroe's exploitation pic may have a cleaner look but it's still the same phony-feminist nastiness. Plot holes and contrivances are actually the least of sins here. The first half is repulsive, the middle is dull, and the last half thinks a woman's cruel, excessive fantasy-just desserts is the same as sick entertainment and a rah-rah feminist rant. The male degenerates, including a crooked sheriff and again a retarded young man, are such hateful, leering, one-dimensional caricatures straight out of "Deliverance."
"I Spit on Your Grave" may intend to be brutal and gruesome, but it's still vile torture-porn, as if slicing genitals is a novelty. So artless and unentertaining that it's only effective as a sadistic, anti-man, and anti-woman snuff film, and no one should see it.