Let me begin by saying like most kids of the 90's I group up in a three parent household. I had a Mother, a Father, and possibly the most influential role model, a Television. We did so much together; my Mother and I used to spend hours with Television (hehe Uncle TV for short) watching thought provoking cinema like, "Zapped Again", "Def By Temptation", and "The Highlander". While my father and I played games of our own, one imperticular where I tried to hug him and he would pretended to reject my affection, El Oh El Father...El Oh El. I found that from these experiences I developed not only the fundamental building blocks for becoming a social scholar it also nurtured a love for horror movies. From Upscale, "Silence of the Lambs" to low budget semi-porn "Mirror Mirror" even B-movie classics like, "Prom Night 2: Hello MaryLou" I was wet for it all, but my mother being the paragon of maternal maturity never forced me to watch the vilest of the vile, the insidious of insidious, "I spit on your Grave". For those of you who are unaware of this monumental monstrosity let allow me to give you a brief description with photos...yay.
Meet Jennifer Hill a young aspiring writer who goes to the country for a scenic retreat.
Meet the local welcoming comittee! They sure are excited to
Apparently welcoming a fine young woman to a mighty small town includes violating her every orrifice for about 20 minutes and then forcing a mentally handicapped man to do the same; It's all fun and games until there's too much fun and games.
Jennifer recovers from her rape by remembering who invented the telephone.
Needless to say (actually it's probably needed to explain the rest of the film) Jennifer decides to get a little bit of revenge on the men. I wont go into details; I refuse to degrade my delicate sensibilities. I will however show you a graphic photo of one of the bodies.
"Ouch...stairs"
It doesn't take a rocket scientist or even a horrible excuse for a neglectful parent (aka Britney Spears) to see that this isn't something you would want to expose your child to at a tender age. They have time ahead of them to form their own skewed and jaded view of the perverse world they will inevitably be forced to join. You certainly can't protect them forever but when you child goes to a therapist in 19 or so years and can't explain why he has violent rape fantasies and the idea of violating another human being pops his cherry, perhaps you should tag along and enlighten him on your own speculations/responsibility/BAD MOMMY regarding his deviant behaviour, don't forget to bring your very own platinum edition of, "I Spit On Your Grave" he will probably need it later that evening to Beat the Bishop to.
Dear thoughtless and possibly abusive, Mommy Dearest. That's...Unacceptable.
4 comments:
That's a good, sound opinion you have there. But it's flawed... Who says a parent IS going to let their kid watch it? Have you thought that not all parents are as sick or "bad" as you like to think they are? I'm sure there will be some out there who fit your description, but you make it sound like all parents are that way when they're not. It's amazing how everytime there's a movie with inappropriate scenes, someone out there automatically assumes that every parent in the world is letting their kids watch it. "That's...Unacceptable!" I like where your heads at though, at least your looking out.
Wow I totally didn't see this comment for like...a year, lol. Well ZeroCool, thanks for your opinion but this blog was not directed to all parents in general. It's directed towards parents that would ALLOW their child to watch something like this. As I said in the beginning of the blog it came from hearing a friend tell me they had their child watch this film. I wouldn't blog about the possibility of a child watching this film because a child could watch porn if they got their hands on it.
Quit crying, get over it, im so sorry you had a bad da-da..
I realize this is an ancient entry and I don't even know why it came up in my Google search for the movie Jaded, starring Carla Gugino, but it did and so here I am.
I've seen I Spit on Your Grave and, honestly, it's not appropriate for anyone. :)
BTW, "imperticular" is not a word. It's "in particular". I think you also misused the phrase "pops his cherry."
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