I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE The title I Spit On Your Grave (1978) elicits visions of wicked waiters who pursue bad tippers to the very end; however, let�s instead get one image lodged in your brain right now: rape, lots and lots of rape. More rape than you can spit on. Jennifer is an unsuspecting rape magnet who�s taken time off from whatever it is she does in the city to write her first novel out in the middle of nowhere down by the river. This she tells to a local gas pump attendant, breaking the first rule in rape prevention: don�t let Johnny know you live alone. She also quickly befriends Matthew, the local village idiot whose sole purpose in life is to deliver groceries on his bicycle. Concerned with virgin Matthew�s manhood, Johnny encourages him to hook up with Jennifer, but to no avail. Instead, Johnny�s other pals kidnap her while sunbathing in her boat wearing a rape-me bikini and take her upriver where Johnny and Matthew wait in the bushes. What follows over the next half-hour�s film footage will make you spit on your remote control. The stripped naked and screaming Jennifer is unable to arouse Matthew so Johnny has a go at her himself. After a good five minutes, she�s let go to wander through the forest until the rapists catch up ahead of her and one of Johnny�s pals rapes her against a rock. They let her go, again, and she makes it back home, only to find her tormentors waiting for her and a Matthew who finally bows to peer pressure and rapes her as well. Now comes the fun part. Following her wounds� mending, Jennifer entices Matthew to have non-rape sex only to find himself at the wrong end of a noose. With Johnny she takes a similar approach and gets him into a tub with her where she uses a butcher knife to slice off his testicles. As for his pals, Jennifer uses an ax and an outboard motor creatively. A kind of Deliverance for women (but without all that emotional crap about right and wrong), I Spit On Your Grave went through the other no-pizzazz titles Day of the Woman and I Hate Your Guts. Recently it spawned a sort of sequel, I Spit On Your Corpse I Piss on Your Grave. And, as of yet, I�m still looking for a director of my version: I Shit On Your Shoes And Left Your Car Lights On.

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