Since I plan to watch Willem Dafoe get castrated tomorrow, I thought it might be a good idea to watch one of the more famous castration movies.

Famously, Roger Ebert called this the worst movie ever made. He did so because he felt a moral outrage at its treatment of women. Naturally, some time later, some theorists have actually applauded this film as some sort of feminist film.

Both camps are misguided. I Spit On Your Grave is only one thing: a bad movie. A boring, bad movie.

Lengthy scenes of nothing happen, with the occasional rape or murder. These acts of violence are so poorly rendered they are pretty much devoid of evoking anything but derision.

This is a D- instead of an F just because I was so flabbergasted by the “retard” character that I found myself inadvertently entertained.