![]() ![]() She’s in the midst of a media tour when she has lunch with her daughter, Christy (Jaime Bernadette). Keaton returns as Jennifer Hills, who has written a book about the ordeal she suffered decades earlier, titling it I Spit on Their Graves. The murderous gang at the center of this one is a pack of cartoons frothing at the mouth. No one in this movie ever stops hollering or bugging out their eyes. Where the original was minimalist, Deja Vu is 148 minutes of tedious chatter, interrupted from time to time by someone getting their cock cut off or taking a sickle to the back. Zarchi must have come under the delusion that he was Quentin Tarantino. There is no such humane moment in Deja Vu. You’re watching this weirdo film that devotes over 20 minutes to brutally raping the protagonist and, suddenly, there is an acknowledgment of the heartbreak these mean are inflicting on everyone in their circle. It’s a surprisingly piteous scene in a movie designed to be as ugly as possible without venturing into outright porn or snuff. The son walks up to his mother, who hugs the boy tightly. She accuses them of hiding something from her, and chases them off. The wife starts yelling at the men, swearing that her husband is a good man and father, and would never disappear. Two of the leader’s buddies (who also raped Jennifer) are lollygagging nearby. The leader’s wife and two kids are hanging out at the gas station he owns, waiting for him to show up. Jennifer Hills (Camille Keaton) has killed the leader of the gang who raped her. There is a moment in the first film that has always lingered with me. Gone is the director’s ability to find the occasional haunting shot, or display any of the muscular editing talent he showed in the original. This is what all of the die-heard I Spit heads have been waiting for! Meir Zarchi, creator of the first, has returned to make an official follow-up to his widely loathed but efficient 1978 outing never mind the 2010 remake and its two sequels. It proves the moments of artistry found in the original I Spit were entirely accidental. ![]() I Spit on Your Grave: Deja Vu (hereafter known as Deja Vu) is a profoundly stupid, incompetent piece of spoiled goods masquerading as a thoughtful rumination on the cost of vengeance.
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