"Not worth spitting on if it was on fire"

A lot has changed in the last three decades.  TV is now in 3D, there are literally hundreds of channels to choose from on TV, hundreds of millions of websites on the Internet, and most bafflingly of all, some strange chap called Justin Bieber is the most popular human being on the planet. The thing about all of this though, is that none of it shocks me (well except maybe the part about Justin Bieber).

As such, the decision to remake a film that is famous almost purely on the ‘shock’ effect it had on audiences does not look to be the wisest of decisions. In a society that has become almost immune to shock, how can a film with ‘shock’ as its core selling point hope to succeed?  I’m guessing by the tone of the review so far, you can guess the answer to that question.  For those of you that can’t, it’s not ‘yes’.

That I am even writing this as a plot synopsis worries me, but the long and short of it is as follows.  Jennifer (Sarah Butler) needs some peace and quiet to write her new novel, so decides to rent a cabin in the middle of the woods smack bang in the middle of redneck country.  She is then brutally raped by five rednecks, the film culminating in her exacting revenge by killing them all in a frankly bizarre, ‘Saw’ like fashion.  A first date film this is not. 

I’m not a fan of rape in films.  When handled properly it can add huge amounts of emotion and feeling to a film (‘The Girl With a Dragon Tattoo), but ‘I Spit on Your Grave’ is nowhere near approaching that films’ quality.  Frankly the acting is poor, the script equally as bad, and the whole film a rather unnecessary venture.