At least the things that happened in I Spit on Your Grave had some semblance of realism. This thing's a fairytale. Take peyote, recover from being impaled on a tree branch. Oh, and relieve yourself of being impaled by setting fire to the tree you're impaled upon. I'd go on but there's no point. If you can suspend your disbelief (you probably won't be able to) you may find it a bit of light fun with a bunch of blood. If you can't, I think you'll find it sucks.
No idea why this is considered a good movie by critics. It's utterly absurd.
No idea why this is considered a good movie by critics. It's utterly absurd.