I SPIT ON YOUR CORPSE, I PISS ON...
Reviewed by: Zombie Boy
What's it about
A largely plotless endeavor about a women taking harsh revenge on men who’ve wronged her in the past.
Is it good movie?
Let me tell you, this movie meanders like nobody’s business. It opens with an extended narration by some chick describing her boyfriend and his alternating sweetness and oddity. Then there is a scene between said boyfriend, Kevin, and some chick who I thought was the narrator, but was not. That turns out to be Sandy, the ex who Kevin is lamenting about to Liz, the girl he appears to be dating at that point. It was more than a little confusing.
After a protracted and unnecessary to the plot graphic sex scene, we are treated to the world’s most awkward rape and murder, which turns out to have been committed by Kevin’s brother, on Kevin’s property. After the brother is killed by the police, Kevin winds up doing a 20-year bid for being an accessory. He escapes at some point, and lures Sandy to some dude’s house, and after another unnecessary sex scene he takes her to the basement, where he has secreted away three dudes that wronged both him and Sandy.
With me so far? That makes one of us. Sandy proceeds to kill Kevin, and then do terrible things to the three men. While Liz is working with the police to locate Kevin, she manages to find time to have yet another unnecessary sex scene, while Sandy takes a private moment to jam a broom handle up her business (in quite an X-rated manner). Along the way we also discover she is the daughter of Jennifer Hills (the titular character from Day of the Woman) thus satisfying the title.
While this “movie” does show some flairs of inspiration, they are just a skeleton of ideas heavily padded to achieve even its scant 74 minutes. There is no clear through-line; it just meanders from one random point to another. It was shot in just eight days, and it really shows. Everyone does their best, I guess, but there never felt like there was a point to watching it. FFW to the gross scenes or the titty scenes, because that is about all the enjoyment you’ll get
Video / Audio
Video: No specs available. Obviously shot on video, with a decent enough transfer.
Audio: No specs, again. There’s just the English audio track, no subtitles or dubbed tracks.
Audio Commentaries: There are four commentaries. Two of them are with director Eric Stanze (who also played Kevin), one, with co-star Emily Haack, is from 2001, and the other, which he does with some dude who isn’t credited on the DVD, is from 2006. Both are informative and chatty, if repetitive. The third is with actors Shaun Snow and John Specht (two of the guys from the basement) and actresses Kimberly Pesek and Brandi Nelson. This one is a lot more jovial, just four people reminiscing about this weird movie they made. Fourth and finally, there is a commentary with “music score creator” Gus Stevenson and assistant director Jim Wayer. Not to be unfair to these guys, but I was tuning out by this point. Too much information for such a scant film.
Behind the Scenes Documentary: Pretty informative doc. Lots of interesting stories of how the film came to be made (which go a long way towards explaining its flaws) as well as news footage when the crew was suspected of murder. Everyone involved does have a slightly elevated idea of the film, however.
Deleted Scene: I’m not quite sure why a 70 minute shot in eight days would have any deleted scenes at all, but in this case there is one. It involves a shower and a dude standing around with his wang hanging out. Shocking.
Preview Trailers: Trailers for China White Serpent, Scrapbook, and Savage Harvest 2: October Blood.
This is not really a movie so much as a collection of random scenes that the filmmakers try like hell to make stick together. It has some decent scenes of violence and humiliation, and a fair amount of sex (and one super-graphic masturbation scene) but there is no cohesion, no connective tissue. It’s a large box with a few pebbles rolling around in the bottom. There was more footage shot for this new edition to flesh it out, which seems to me like a pointless endeavor.