Writer Jennifer Hills takes a retreat from the city to a charming cabin in the woods to start on her next book. But Jennifer’s presence in the small town attracts the attention of a few morally depraved locals who set out one night to teach this city girl a lesson. They break into her cabin to scare her. However, what starts out as terrifying acts of humiliation and intimidation, quickly and uncontrollably escalates into a night of physical abuse and torturous assault. But before they can kill her, Jennifer sacrifices her broken and beaten body to a raging river that washes her away. As time passes, the men slowly stop searching for her body and try to go back to life as usual. But that isn’t about to happen. Against all odds, Jennifer Hills survived her ordeal. Now, with hell bent vengeance, Jennifer’s sole purpose is to turn the tables on these animals and to inflict upon them every horrifying and torturous moment they carried out on her… only much, much worse.
Sarah Butler : Jennifer Hills
Jeff Branson : Johnny Miller
Andrew Howard : Sherrif Storch
Daniel Franzese : Stanley
Rodney Eastman : Andy
Chad Lindberg : Matthew
“You know what they do to horses that can’t be tamed, Johnny?
They geld them.”
In the run-up to “I Spit on Your Grave II“, I sat myself down and watch this one first. I’m not sure I’m going to watch the second part after this experience. In my opinion it’s not really a horror film. It is rather a revenge movie visualized in a very explicit and confrontational manner. This film is a remake of the original film from 1978, which I’ve never seen. So I can’t make a comparison of this remake and conclude if it was a successful remake or not.
The first part of the movie is awful and hard to get through. They could have made the whole rape scene a bit shorter. But it would be a very short movie if they did that because it eventually covers just two facets: the rape and the revenge. And in the revenge part she had those hilly-billy’s literally and figuratively by the balls. The first part was so violent and to sickening for words. The humiliations were inhuman. The panicky feeling and anguish she endured was screaming from the screen. I felt a vicarious shame all the time.