Well folks, we just slogged our way through the godawful lump of horror that was the remake, and thanks to the crew out at Anchor Bay, we’re going to do it all over again with the original, a copy of which they sent out.
The plots are pretty similar, as once again, Jennifer Hills goes off into the wilds of the middle of nowhere to work on her novel (this time, only her first novel, as opposed to the remake where she’d done some before), and of course, she’ll be assaulted by a horde of horny drunken rednecks. But she’s not going to be taking said assault lightly, and will be coming back for revenge against her tormentors, in the most vicious fashions imaginable…in the seventies.
It’s a bad sign when your lead-off box quote is Roger Ebert’s legendary excoriation in which he calls it “sick, reprehensible and contemptible”.
And indeed, we’re in for another massive romp of rape and horror–though admittedly, this one is a bit on the tamer side than its progeny. You’ll see more than a few differences here, but most of these are cosmetic in nature. It’s really much the same movie as the remake: boring startup, horrendous and overlong period of rape / assault, wrapped up with horrible, horrible revenge.
But at the same time, this version is a whole lot more surrealist–the castration, for example. In the remake, it’s pretty standard horror fare, but in the original, it’s actually scarier as it’s so patently lunatic. And frankly, remember how I said that Sarah Butler was an incredibly chilling figure as Jennifer Hills? Camille Keaton is light years beyond Sarah Butler.
And in this case, the ending is a lot more abrupt, almost oddly so, just sort of cropping up once the business is done. The remake stretched out the ending quite a bit.
Trying to choose between the remake and the original is much like having your choice of being hit in the left knee with a sledgehammer or the right knee. Neither choice is good–the end result is certainly the same–and whatever route you go you’ll be left disappointed. That having been said, the original is slightly better, if for no other reason than it gets a little scarier thanks to Camille Keaton.
The Screenhead Ten Scale gives the original I Spit On Your Grave a four out of ten for doing its job just a little bit better than its progeny, but certainly not anything worth watching in its own right.













