This film would love to be an authentic and licit sequel of I Spit on Your Grave. Because of its incompetence on every aspect, it only succeeds in ridiculing itself by being ranked as one of the worst titles ever produced. Even worse, instead of trying to following up the popular cult flick, it vainly imitates its script.
Indecent and politically incorrect, this film has more rape scenes to expose than murders. It pats itself on the back for being a horror film but possesses very few of the genre’s characteristic elements.
The sound is bad, the image’s quality is low, the actors are terrible, the characters are even worse and the story is dreadfully monotonous. Making a film with a low budget doesn’t have to be a cruel task. Often enough, the simple fact of having a passionate team suffices to give the production a soul of its own. What makes this film horrible, in addition to everything else, is that we get the impression that no one invested any effort into it. From the soundtrack to the filming of the rape scenes (during which the concerned characters all manage to keep their pants on) the film reaches new lows.