I Spit On Your Grave is a feminist exploitation film directed by perverted Israeli Meir Zarchi. The film follows a young female novelist as she attempts to write her first masterpiece in a secluded cabin in the woods. Little does the young novelist realize that a group of young rednecks want to rape and ravage her just for kicks. Unrealistically, the emotionally deranged young woman plots a killing spree of the Hebrew looking rednecks. I Spit On Your Grave is a film of female empowerment.
City folk really like to throw around the word “xenophobe” when referring to whites from rural areas. I guess that’s what happens when you are afraid someone who can kick your ass. Israeli director Meir Zarchi made sure to present the rednecks of I Spit On Your Grave as evil scheming rapists. If Zarchi actually knew anything about rednecks and saw Deliverance, he would know that rednecks rape men. After all, Women are much easier to physically dominate and put up a pathetic fight. What better way to emasculate a city fag then by showing rural love?
The vaudevillian fellows that play the rednecks in I Spit On Your Grave aren’t believable for a second. With their Woody Allen accents and Asiatic features, they could only fool a couple of disillusioned lesbian feminists. In real life, I can only assume that the young woman in the film could beat up all of these Long Islander types at the same time. When all of the rednecks finally meet their untimely death, I can imagine a group of angry feminists rejoicing. I personally found the killings entertaining.
The vaudevillian fellows that play the rednecks in I Spit On Your Grave aren’t believable for a second. With their Woody Allen accents and Asiatic features, they could only fool a couple of disillusioned lesbian feminists. In real life, I can only assume that the young woman in the film could beat up all of these Long Islander types at the same time. When all of the rednecks finally meet their untimely death, I can imagine a group of angry feminists rejoicing. I personally found the killings entertaining.
The young woman kills a few of her rapists in a sexual manner. One man loses his genitals in a bubble bath that turns red. Another redneck is hung in a tree as his genitals hang. These scenes offer gratuitous pleasure to those looking a little more in the way of deranged cinema. They also happened to discredit I Spit On Your Grave’s feminist agenda which I am sure most sane people can appreciate.
I Spit On Your Grave is a masterpiece of the American exploitation genre. Like Thriller - A Cruel Picture, I Spit On Your Grave is an “eventful” female revenge film that makes Quentin Tarantino’s Kill Bill look weak in comparison. Revenge films are meant to be gritty and crude. Tarantino’s style seems more influenced by Honda commercials. I hope that I Spit On Your Grave makes its way to appear in women’s studies college classes.
-Ty E
I gotta say that this is one of the few films I had trouble reviewing back when I wrote my review for it last year [it's in my review index on my blogspot somewhere]. But you wrote a great review for a great revenge flick. I do think the ending was a bit anticlimatic, but other than that, those rednecks deserved everybit that Jennifer gave them. Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned. I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE proves that without hesitation.
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