The impressively resilient rape/revenge sub-genre of horror always proves impressively good or horribly bad. A surprisingly long-lived genre, with directors as established as Ingmar Bergman contributing, its paramount film is nonetheless 1978′s I Spit on Your Grave, which sets the bar high for the rest of the sub-genre. With a full half the film portraying an extended and explicit rape of our protagonist, and the other half detailing her murderous revenge on her attackers, I Spit on Your Grave fails to disappoint the audience’s lust for blood. With numerous scenes worthy of a Screenshot Saturday, it seems most appropriate to post its spectacular apex, the bathtub scene, where our heroine graciously deprives her attacker of his misused tool.
I Spit On Your Grave (1978)
