Tuesday, July 26, 2011
I Spit On Your Grave (2010)
You ever have those films where you forget about the fact that you've watched it almost instantaneously after doing so, then you reflect back months later and you say to yourself 'Oh yeah, I remember watching that. Meh.' That was me with this flick.
The original exploitation classic, 1978's I Spit On Your Grave (aka Day of The Woman), stands as one of the most difficult film watching experiences I've ever had. I haven't revisited it since I saw it about 10 years ago and I don't intend to anytime soon. When the remake of this film was announced a couple years back, I immediately felt like it was doomed to failure. How could it possibly recreate the intensity of that film and not get an X or unrated tag? Cynicism towards remakes notwithstanding, I just couldn't understand why anyone would want to 'update' this tale and (hopefully) release it to a mass audience. I still stand by my initial assertion that the film has a kick ass title and the only reason why it was remade is because it would make money and put butts in the seat.
The film pretty much follows the course of the original: an attractive young woman heads out to the countryside, in need of some alone time to finish a novel she's working on. Along the way, she stops at the local gas station to re-fill, ogling local men are shown nearby chomping at the bit to get a piece of her. Just when she thinks she'll have a peaceful and productive weekend, her world is thrown into chaos when the men viciously rape her and leave her for dead. And, as is with the original, she doesn't die and it's payback time.
The main issues I took with the film are two-fold. One, the men weren't very menacing. Strip away some of their stubby facial hair and a bit of dirt from them and they could easily star in any day time soap opera episode. Second, when the excrement hit the fan, our lead 'heroine' never really displays any true fear of these men and what it is she may or may not be actually in for. What is displayed felt forced and tantamount to someone just screaming for no real reason. It's hard to actually feel any sort of fear or worry for this woman. What made the original so memorable was that you could actually see the fear in Camille Keaton's eyes. And her screams. So gut wrenching.
Outside of an interesting acid bath kill scene, there is nothing here worth seeing. Don't waste your time.
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