I Spit on Your Grave: Critic Reviews

This is a remake of Meir Zarchi's infamous 1978 exercise I Spit on Your Grave, made back when torture porn was readily identified as disgusting and worthy of outrage. Now it's just one more movie in which genitals are sliced.

Female-empowerment fantasy or just plain prurience, Grave is extremely efficient grindhouse.

It's better made, more plausible than the original, the sexual violations less drawn out, the vengeance more violent and elaborate.

Audiences who like the spectacle of men being tortured and women being raped may well be the same audiences. For them, this film offers a two-for-one deal.

When every injury is repaid with interest, this self-destroying work has nowhere to go but to the credits. Such symmetry is a dismal, barbarian sort of perfection.

This despicable remake of the despicable 1978 film I Spit on Your Grave adds yet another offense: a phony moral equivalency.

I Spit on Your Grave is exploitation pure and simple. But it's artistically redeeming exploitation. If you can handle it, see it.

An attempt to trade on its predecessor's reputation without really grappling with the questions it raises, Monroe's version merely seems shallow, cynical and extremely ugly.

Neither boring enough to qualify as pornography nor vital enough to generate a controversy.

Just piles imaginary atrocities on top of real ones, and then halfheartedly claim that it means something. Well, it doesn't.

Exploitation remake delivers sadism and gore but little else.

Certainly, the rape and killings are more intricate, graphic, excruciating and nauseating. Hooray.

Nada mais e do que uma narrativa repleta de misoginia, preconceito e estupidez.

It's not that they don't deserve punishment, but the scale here is so out-of-whack with what we're shown, with one battered, tiny girl devising and executing tortures that would have required several construction crews and a team of black ops agents.

If you look at it the right way, I Spit on Your Grave is powerful stuff, much better to be faced and discussed than dismissed and ignored.

Mostly well made, with solid performances, but there's very little that's fresh or original about this remake.

Gory and violent without really hitting home in either a visceral or meaningful way, and there are chunks that are actually quite dull.

Doesn't appear to set out to eroticise rape, but equally doesn't care if eroticising rape is a by-product of its aim to provoke an emotive reaction - any reaction - in viewers

The sexual violence caused the British Board Of Film Classification to demand 43 seconds of cuts. A shame they didn't cut the rest.

For fans who like their cinema uncompromising, this is "shear" entertainment.

I still prefer [Meir] Zarchi's contribution by miles, but this is nothing to scoff at either...

Definitely wince-inducing and not for the squeamish, but ultimately a mechanical exercise in cashing-in.