Once again, I’m knocked sideways with a film which I thought was going to be cheap nasty trash, instead, offering a brilliantly solid film with brutal actions, tough realistic characters in a well structured scenario. This was really not the type of thing I was expecting and although the film is horrendously vicious, it’s totally relevant and valid even by today’s standards.
Jennifer Hills (Camille Keaton, Buster’s neice) is a writer who takes to the countryside to work on a novel but discovers the locals are less than friendly. After a brutal attack in which she is beaten, raped and left for dead, she plots her revenge, picking them off one by one using her womanly charm, finishing them off with the most horrific of methods.
It’s a simple plot but executed well with perfect pace and some interesting character generation. On a first glance, it looks pretty well filmed with nice lighting and good framing. The characters initially are traditional stereotypes but after the first 45 minutes and a nasty brutal rape scene, the characters come to life with depth and reality. Strange. The whole revenge side of the film is full of depth and real characters although the situation sometimes gets a bit extreme. Would a bloke get into a bath with a woman she’s just abused? None the less, the dialogue works well during such a scene.
The violence. I’m not sure which half of the film is more vicious that the other. The rape scenes are hideous as can be expected, but the moment in the bath has to be one of the most gruesome scenes I have ever witnessed. It’s not even as if you get to see much, but the build up is tremendous, you just know what’s about to happen and when it does, Christ it hits you in the pit of your stomach.
This one is not afternoon viewing. It’s as brutal today as it would have been back in 1978 and certainly lives up to it’s reputation