Here is the thing: I know what happens in I Spit On Your Grave, though I have never seen it. I took a film studies course that was part of my Women’s Studies degree so the original is kind of a thing that comes up when you take a class like that. So when I saw the re-make on video on demand while I was looking for movies, I thought I would give it a shot. (p.s. this movie is about rape and revenge, so if even the hint of rape is a thing that bothers you, maybe do not watch the trailer.)
Anyway I got about ten minutes in and I just couldn’t take it knowing what was coming up. So I turned it off and checked to see if there was anything good on Netflix, and surprise! I found another more different movie that is also about revenge but is hilarious.
You should definitely watch the trailer even if the audio seems a bit messed up.
Basically Roseanne plays a dumpy housewife, and her husband cheats on her with a famous romance novel writer. I am sure you can tell from the trailer that this leads to Roseanne getting revenge on a guy who looks like Dennis Quaid when he was in Great Balls of Fire, but is definitely not Dennis Quaid.
Meryl Streep, who is basically always awesome, is in this movie as the fancy schmancy full of crap writer who lives in a fantastic pink mansion. She has some pretty epic tantrum throwing scenes and one time a dog licks her foot and she thinks it is her boyfriend but it for sure isn’t.
Roseanne is clever and awesome and finds some pretty great ways to ruin this guy’s life and also make her life more awesome as an independent woman. She burns his house down, makes the kids live with him, ruins his career – you name it, she destroys it. Trust me, this movie stands the test of time in the same way that Roseanne has:
As if you don’t love her.
P.S. If you haven’t already, you should read this article.
P.P.S. In case it isn’t clear, I am not being rude to her at all by posting that picture. I think she is a total babe and also super funny. Oh and whenever I feel homesick I just watch Roseanne re-runs, so that should tell you a lot about my childhood.
P.P.P.S. This one is late because my computron adapter died and I was too lazy to type it out on Maine’s machine (except I got a new adapter and for some reason just typed this on his computer anyway, so, riddle me that.)
