I'll Kill You, I'll Bury You, And I'll Spit On Your Grave, Too! is everything but a sequel to the very controversial I Spit on Your Grave. Using two armed half-dressed women, seen from behind, as a cover image, it is easy to be confused. To add to my deception, these two superb butt cheeks do not even appear in the film!
The marking surrounding this low quality production and its “sequels” in the same collection are what should be noted as most remarkable. At first, we could think this film discusses rape, revenge and feminism if we refer to I Spit on Your Grave. The description on the cover describes it as a violent horror flick with an erotic flavour. In fact, it is this, all at once, that this independent lemon tries to be.
While many horror films integrate sexuality as a preliminary for murder, this one chooses to use it as its main element. Shelly’s adventuring breasts take care of this aspect. She doesn’t miss an occasion to meet someone new and share what some may call love everywhere she goes. The horror scenes all feature the masked killer, dressed in an army uniform, that will only reveal his identity during the finale. A polka-dot dress wearing raccoon could have been the culprit and my face would still have remained symmetrical. The violence isn’t dissimulated by still is far from being credible.
Those who venerated the shocking content of I Spit on Your Grave will be the ones most upset. This film tries to insert implied references to rape but is visible not audacious enough to keep the pace. Consequently, because I Spit on Your Grave was first and foremost a film about revenge following rape, misses the boat here too because it features nothing powerful enough to kindle the rage and thirst for justice in this spectators.