No, no, no. Just no! Looks like a weekend film project with no acting skills. Truly awful. Have to give it at least one star, as you can't give zero - but it's not worth any. No stars, just like the cast...
This is a sequel to one of the most notorious horror films ever made and brings back writer/director Meir Zarchi, who was 80 at the time. Camille Keaton, who played original main character Jennifer Hills forty years earlier, also returns.
Two things become apparent as you watch: ‘I Spit on your Grave Déjà Vu isn’t very good. Secondly, at nearly two and a half hours, it is far, far too long. Every scene outstays its welcome, so any pacing or drama is completely squashed. The acting is mixed – sadly Keaton is probably the weakest performer.
Hills is joined here by her daughter Christy (Jamie Bernadette), and after a lengthy scene in which the two characters explain each other’s lives to the audience, they’re kidnapped in a protracted, and very noisy, scene in what looks like a car park. Not only does no one notice, but all the subsequent bouts of yelling and hollering are never challenged either. The only characters in the film seem to be the two women and their redneck antagonists. No one else seems to exist. In between the yelling, the lines of dialogue are often unspeakable, and the deaths are contrived, unimaginative, ridiculous and – guess what? – overlong (although I didn’t see the first decapitation coming).
When you think it’s going to end, it doesn’t. When it does, you wonder what you’ve just watched. 4 out of 10.