1980. I'd like to hear what a feminist has to say about this movie. I'll bet Tarantino's got a copy of this mixed in with his porno collection. Watching this movie made me ponder the ethics of filmmaking. The rape sequences are so long and violent that I wondered what the director was thinking. The poor girl in I Spit on Your Grave gets it rougher than any character in the history of movies (I don't care what you say about 'Thriller'). There's barely any music or cuts. The movie almost seems like verite. Off the wall. Bananas. I love it when she hangs the slow guy.
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