Savage Vengeance

Exploitation is the art of exploiting something. Common sense, right? Many classic exploitation films have paved the way for bigger and better things, slowly nulling away at the censors and the MPAA so the rating systems aren't as harsh. Back in the 70's, if a film like Hostel were to come out, hysteria would ensue. I thank films like I Spit on Your Grave, Ms. 45, and Cannibal Holocaust. Not Savage Vengeance.

Savage Vengeance (AKA I Will Dance on Your Grave) is a loose sequel of sorts, to the Meir Zarchi film I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE, also starring Camille Keaton, only credited as Vickie Kehl. I guess even she knew what she had gotten herself into. These films are a marvel due to the explicit matter at stake and the exposure of extreme sexual deviance and violence.

We have none of this throughout the film except for the non-climactic ending. A decent chainsaw-to-head scene is all we are treated to for bearing this horrid picture. Normally i tend to stay away from storyline events in hopes of you witnessing the film for yourself, but in order to spare you readers, i will discuss the beginning. We have the dashing Mrs. Keaton parking her car in an abandoned wooded glen. She goes near a waterfall, lays on a rock, reads a magazine, and falls asleep.

We then see another car pull up. OH NO! The evil white men are here with their leather jackets and 80's hair. They know she is there for some odd reason, and sneak up on her in a scene reminiscent to children's board game "Don't Wake Daddy!". After the guys hold her down and rape her full clothed?!, they run away leaving her scarred for 4 years until she gets raped again.

That's right. She gets raped with clothes fully intact. Even Torched did the revenge scenes amazingly better. The acting is among some of the most heinous acting ever committed to film. Low budget is not an excuse for low quality. This might be one of the worst films i have ever seen. Need i mention the directors incompetence to spell the title from during the opening credits?

-Maq