As an avid horror movie fan, it takes a lot to scare the bejesus out of me. I've seen it all: hellbeast creatures devouring hapless victims whole, cannibalistic inbred hicks, scary movies within scary movies, teenage serial killers, along with usual suspects (Freddie, Jason, Leatherface Chuckie, Hannibal etc).
But a remake of Meir Zarchi's 1978 film I Spit On Your Grave shocked my cyncial-slasher flick eyes. Probably because this is the furthest thing from a slasher flick. A quick synopsis: A young woman named Jennifer Hills, played by Sarah Butler (whose filmography I may have to look up--Mama paid it in this role), rents a cabin deep in the woods to write her next novel. After she disses a gas attendant in front of his friends while filling up, the four men decide to pay her a visit one night and teach "the big city girl" a lesson. What follows is a night of torture, rape and degradation that is terrifying and disturbing in its realism. There's no schlocky ominous music or cryptic innuendo. You literally feels Jennifer's fear and powerlessness.
Just as her attackers are about to kill her she jumps off a bridge into the water below. But Jennifer gets her revenge. And not some Lifetime movie or Enough shoot the wifebeater/challenge him to a fight revenge. This bitch gets on some sinister, Saw, Silence Of The Lambs-type shit. IT. IS. EPIC. This movie is not for the faint of heart. Seriously. Watch the trailer below: