It’s difficult to find one redeeming quality in I Spit On Your Grave 2, sequel to the 2010 remake of the controversial, memorably-titled 1978 film. The original wasn’t a “good film,” but it did have a savage relentlessness to it that left an impact. The remake’s modifications to the original were limited to a grimier palette and incorporation of Saw-inspired “creative” torture. At least these films had an attempt at commentary; whether or not you find the execution successful, they mount an attack on male sexuality, framing the villains as simple men threatened by an intelligent, beautiful, sexually-liberated city woman.
There’s no way to interpret the sequel as anything other than inept trash. The subject matter is identical to its predecessors – a pretty girl (Katie, played by Jemma Dallender) is brutally raped and assaulted before seeking bloody revenge – but the changes (she’s a waitress-cum-model, her assailants Bulgarian sleazeballs) only serve to sap the film of any meaning. Whenever the film briefly leaves its scenes of rape and violence, the plot is nonsensical (Katie is improbably whisked away to Bulgaria) and characterisation non-existent. There’s no insight into the depths of human depravity here, just a putrid stew of xenophobia and exploitation. Avoid.