There's this rule that people should follow even if it is hard. Keep your damn clothes on. It's one of those pivotal actions that foreshadows the future, or lack of, for many characters in films. So when I found to my disgust Jennifer Hills, the main character, taking her clothes off to skinny dip in broad daylight in an unfamiliar territory, I couldn't help but groan with complete disgust. Thanks for making ladies look stupid as hell Ms. Hills, much appreciated! I quickly got over this fact when I realized her actual clothing didn't do much in the covering up department. The chick just doesn't like clothes and we all know scantily clad ladies never last long. I would also like to add that Jennifer looks like an anorexic version of Carrie.
The movie does a good job at making your flesh crawl with the use of a harmonica. You think the rape scene in Last House on the Left is bad, please. Just when you think the scene is over, it won't be, and you'll find yourself screaming at Jennifer to use her scrawny ass to fight back. She won't be very successful.
The last thirty or so minutes of the film seem pre-Kill Bill inspiring. When she finds herself capable of exacting revenge I was very skeptical that a 100 pound women could lift a man twice her size to his death. I'm sure you'll find it equally unbelievable. But than again, girl just got gang-raped and I'm pretty sure it wasn't all that enjoyable.. so I'll have to leave that situation open to possibility.
This death is quicker than necessary. I was hoping she would pull out some pliers, scissors or anything to equalize the punishment. As I finish the movie I wonder if she has it in her to exact an revenge worthy of Tarantino status. The second revenge delivers. No spoilers here.
I would have preferred to skip the first hour of the film. The dialogue is lacking and several attempts at solid one liners don't pull through. The Tub scene is probably the only part of the film that's satisfying and it's less than five minutes.
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