Day Of The Woman (I Spit On Your Grave) Review

A lacklustre, too often repeated movie of lust and revenge, made in the eighties by a directionless director and enacted by a robotic cast. Jennifer Hills (Camille Keaton) is a pretty looking short story writer from New York on vacation in a quiet town somewhere in rural America, for the purpose of relaxation and with intentions to pen her first novel.

As she spends her days swimming in the nude and sun bathing, she attracts the attention of four local youth who, upon getting a chance, kidnap her and take turns in brutually raping her. It takes a few scenes for Jennifer to overcome the horrifying ordeal. Once she gains her strength and confidence back, she sets out on the path of vengeance. She attains her objective by seducing her rapists before killing them. The movie ends as abruptly as it started.

A scintillatingly boring script, superbly shocking cinematography, overpoweringly weak perfomances, and a uniquely talentless director. A definite no-no.