There's no going into 'I Spit On Your Grave' without some awareness of what you're about to see. The title alone is an act of disrespect -- a foul, blunt disregard for the sanctity of human life. Steven R. Monroe's new remake of the 1978 rape revenge cult classic lives up to that nasty title, delivering a vicious piece of black-hearted entertainment that challenges the very concept of a "guilty pleasure."
Deplorable sexual violence is visited upon our heroine (Jennifer, played by the gorgeous Sarah Butler), at the hands of a gang of backwater thugs (Chad Lindberg, Daniel Franzese, Jeff Branson, Rodney Eastman, and the exceptionally villainous Andrew Howard) for roughly half of the film's unflinching run-time. Then, the tables turn; the victim becomes the aggressor, and for the remainder of the film you're "treated" to acts of vengeance so unspeakable they make the 'Saw' movies look like a game of Mouse Trap. There's almost no moment in the film when something explicitly horrifying isn't happening.
Weirdly, all of this is carried out with the spit and polish of a modern day studio horror flick, creating something that's both legitimately depraved and oddly inauthentic. The film is slickly effective in its shock value and little else, which raises the question if that's the only reason for this film to exist -- shock. The violence is the centerpiece, detached from emotional fulfillment or narrative force. 'I Spit On Your Grave' is simply gross for the sake of being gross.