I Spit On Your Grave

Could there be any film less deserving of a rerelease than this? Possibly, but none comes to mind just yet. Meir Zarchi's controversial 1980 rape-and-revenge film (also known as Day of the Woman and I Hate Your Guts) has rightfully drawn fire over the years for its seemingly gratuitous scenes of the same woman being raped and beaten three times in a row, only to eventually mount a comeback and kill the men responsible. There's very little catharsis in the revenge scenes, and it's hard to imagine that many people will take any kind of pleasure in the repeated rapes (especially one that seems played for laughs). Defenders of the film have argued that it's actually pro-woman, due to the fact that the female lead (Camille Keaton, Buster's grand-niece!) wins in the end, which is sort of like saying that cockfights are pro-rooster because there's always one left standing. Morality aside, the film is at least well-shot and put together for a movie of its type, with an unusual sound design that features virtually no music. Not cheesy enough to laugh at, nor intelligent enough to discuss the social issues it supposedly raises (is murder justifiable? Can women be accused of provoking rape?), I Spit On Your Grave is not likely to be any sane moviegoer's idea of a good time.