On way to a business meeting, things did not go as planned for Katie, as she got abducted, tormented and raped. After escaping from the hands of the brutal killer, she decides to get revenge.
With I Spit on Your Grave 2, director Steven R. Monroe returns and reveals that everything he seemingly did right in his first remake must have been accidental, for this horrifically misguided sequel is everything you pray a movie like this would not be.
it panders to the viewer's basest instincts without even once interrogating them, and presents revenge as something entirely unproblematic. And when it's all over, we, like [protagonist/victim] Katie, can just go home.
There are glimmers of thoughtfulness here in the initial characterization of Katie and in her long, slow recovery before she can exact her revenge, but they're ultimately snuffed out by this mound of toxic trash.
