I spit on your grave deja vu 2019 movie#
I must admit that I had expected more, a lot more from this movie, but director and writer Meir Zarchi failed horribly to deliver a movie that could live up to the previous movies. Nothing of any much interest or worth had happened in that prolonged hour of suffering I endured, so why bother with the rest of the movie. Second reason was because the movie was unfathomably slow-paced and ultra boring. Why? Well, two main reasons for me quitting the first being that the acting in the movie was just laughable and so amateurish that it was an insult to the rest of the movies in the franchise. Regardless, the movie runs for a little bit more than 2 hours, I managed to endure through 1 hour and 2 minutes of the abysmal wreck that is "I Spit On Your Grave: Deja Vu", then I simply gave up. Why? Because she is stripped and devoid of all proper acting talents - I am sad to say so, but it's true. It was a nice treat to know that Camille Keaton would be returning to reprise her role from the original "I Spit On Your Grave" movie, but the allurement was short lived. So of course I jumped at the chance to watch it. I happened to stumble upon this 2019 release by sheer random luck, and I hadn't even heard about it. Just a shame her performance wasn’t in the services of a considerably better film.I do enjoy the "I Spit On Your Graves", well for the most parts at least they were enjoyable and watchable. Bernadette deserves a great deal of credit for putting it all out there, both literally and figuratively. As a result, the whole thing collapses into sub- SNL parody.īy the time things get a bit rapey (as they inevitably do) and Christy gets a bit revengey (ditto), you’re more or less exhausted by the shrieking unhilarity of it all. The main problem is that the country folk are drooling, lurid caricatures, located somewhere between Deliverance and Larry the Cable Guy: they make the residents in 2000 Maniacs seem like genteel and intellectual aristocrats. But it’s not long before she and Christy are split up, and the movie loses its way badly thereafter.
family might have worked, not least since Keaton moves well enough for someone in her late sixties when this was shot (back in 2015 it took almost three and a half years to be released). Which might not have been so bad: while clearly different from the original, the idea of pitting family vs. Turns out, they have been abducted by the pissed-off relatives of the men Jennifer killed, led by Becky (Olsen), who was the wife of Johnny, the rapist castrated in the bathtub. After a light lunch with her daughter, Christy (Peters), now a supermodel, they are bundled into a white van and driven off to the town where the incidents of the previous film took place. Keaton reprises her role as author Jennifer Hills, now riding the talk-show circuit on the success of a book about her ordeal, after having been cleared by a jury. But, hey, considering Zarchi (who makes a cameo as a priest) has not directed a film in thirty-four years, we should probably be grateful, merely for this being in colour and with sound. Certainly, better – because there’s just far too much slack, with scenes which are either too long or entirely superfluous. Unfortunately, in this case, that meant me turning to Chris midway through, and telling her, “Frankly, m’dear – I don’t give a damn.” Cut an hour out of this and you’d certainly have something…. This apparently spurred original director Zarchi into getting the band back together, re-uniting with original star Keaton for a long-delayed follow-up.Īt 148 minutes, this is pretty much the Gone With The Wind of rape-revenge films.
Since then, there has not only been a remake, but the remake got two sequels – one of which is actually not bad. Waiting more than forty years after the original came out before making a sequel is kinda impressive, especially in such a quick-buck genre as horror. Star: Jamie Bernadette, Camille Keaton, Maria Olsen, Jonathan Peacy