Let’s finish out 2011 and rape/revenge week with one of my all-time favorite movies (don’t judge me), I Spit On Your Grave. Shocking, horrifying, brutal, wrong-headed and weirdly feminist, this 1978 film by Meier Zachi flipped out Roger Ebert and counts Joe Bob Briggs among its staunchest defenders.
There’s no denying the film is the lowest form of exploitation - there’s a 20 minute rape scene! - but it’s really well done. It’s the kind of movie that makes you doubt your own sanity for liking it so much, and it’s the kind of movie that feels almost like the work of a seriously deranged person.
The lead is Camille Keaton, the granddaughter of Buster Keaton. That’s not her ass on the poster, though. And the trailer, like the poster, gets the numbers wrong - there are four men in the film, not five as claimed. It’s unclear where that five came from. The remake - which isn’t half bad, if a little too torture porn-y - adds the extra guy, though.
This trailer is weirdly safe for work. It also gives the entire movie away.
Happy new year! Maybe next week we’ll do kiddie movies to wash the rape/revenge out of our mouths.
And for those asking: I was unable to find a real trailer fo Ingmar Bergman’s The Virgin Spring, the classiest of all rape/revenge films, which was essentially remade as Last House on the Left.