I Spit on Your Grave (Meir Zarchi, 1978)
[originally posted 18Jun2001]
Meir Zarchi took Craven’s idea (with Last House on the Left) and paid homage with a film that, while not all that good, is a sight better than Last House. It’s also become something of a cult classic for reasons that I’m not sure I understand (nor want to). Again, the plot is simple and savage: Jennifer Hill (Camille Keaton, who actually HAS managed to find a few other roles, mostly in what seem to be Italian giallo flicks given the titles) has rented a secluded house on a lake to get out of the big evil city and runs afoul of three of the local miscreants and their toady, a twentysomething seemingly retarded virgin. The miscreants develop a plan to get the toady laid, and, as is to be expected, a bloodbath ensues, starting with an almost forty minute long scene punctuated by three different rapes. I mean, we’re talking nasty here (but by the time Miz Hill gets around to stalking her attackers, I have to say, the viewer is definitely rooting for her).
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