On a day when feminism in Hollywood swings wildly between pure gender-pandering and impassioned scrotum-punching, we're hearing about one developing project that could potentially split the difference: I Spit on Your Grave, a remake of the notorious 1978 rape-revenge film that made so many friends upon its initial release ("Attending it was one of the most depressing experiences of my life," Roger Ebert wrote in his original review).
But despite revisionists who have since accorded political meaning to director Meir Zarchi's grotty castrations and disembowelments, the producers at CineTel Films are apparently sticking to the straight crapsploitation playbook:
As reviled as it was when originally released, I Spit on Your Grave was a precursor to a slew of female revenge film hits, [CineTel president Paul] Hertzberg said. Contemporary genre fare has become so graphically violent that the original doesn't seem as outrageous as it did 30 years ago. Hertzberg is listening to pitches from writers on how to ratchet up the shock factor.
"After seeing what was done with an R rating on films like Saw and Hostel, we think we can modernize this story, be competitive with what this marketplace expects and not have to aim for an NC-17 or X rating," Hertzberg said.