The only worthwhile scene in The Evil Dead (my opinion here) is the scene where Cheryl (Ellen Sandweiss) is raped by vines, giving a whole new meaning to the term "woody." I like horror movies, but this one just didn't achieve the lofty status of cult favorite with me. This scene is the only reason I have the DVD.

So about 23:00 minutes into the movie, Cheryl hears a noise outside the cabin, which is in the big middle of nowhere surrounded by dark and forbidding woods, and naturally enough goes out to investigate. I don't know why I'm complaining. Lots of great rape scenes begin this way. She is dressed in a some little purple thing and a white bath robe. And cute little leather moccasins.

It is now 25:00 minutes into the flick. There is fog. Vines start moving along the ground. Cheryl hears something and looks startled. The vines catch her. Well, she's just kind of standing there so they didn't even have to work for it. First they pull her robe apart from the bottom, revealing her bare legs and the short purple thing she's wearing. She screams.

Vines lash out and wrap themselves around her wrists and her neck. She screams and struggles. One vine drags along her forearm and we hear ripping and watch the robe fabric shred. Another vine slices down her back and tears the robe lengthwise. Subordinate vines dutifully carry the two halves of the now-removed robe away. So she's left in her short purple thing, which the vines begin to rip and the vines also apparently whip her, since we hear whipping sounds followed by her screams.

Screaming and struggling continue as vines wrap around her moccasin-clad feet and violently jerk forward, pulling her feet out from under her and landing her flat on her back. She raises her head and looks down toward her feet and her eyes widen when she sees a vine snaking purposefully forward between her feet and both she and we know just where that sucker is headed. It wraps around her calf and keeps coming. Meanwhile, Cheryl is struggling with the vines around her arms and hands.

Her left hand is pulled forcefully outward and pinned straight out. She vainly tries to cover her bare left breast with her right hand, but while one vine wraps itself around her breast and squeezes in a reasonable facsimile of breast bondage, her right hand is jerked straight out as well. This single bare breast is it as far as nudity goes.

The vine that was making its way up her leg has reached her thigh and tentatively moves under the hemline of her purple outfit. Cheryl gets a confused and frightened look on her face as she feels the crotch vine activity and raises her head up to look down toward her feet.

The vines ever so slowly pull her feet apart, obviously enjoying her delicious helplessness. Or maybe that's just me. The camera slowly pans up her legs as they are being pulled open, and we can see that her panties are still in place. Dang.

All of a sudden a long, hard vine (obviously the alpha vine) drives itself into her crotch. She screams and looks pretty much the way you would expect a damsel in distress to look while she's being raped by a piece of wood. She screams and moans. Her feet move back and forth suggestively, as if maybe she's starting to enjoy being poked by a stick. Well, apparently the vine is only excited if she is terrified and being taken by force, because once she starts to enjoy it the vine loses it's hardness (isn't that just the way it goes?) and she breaks free and flees back to the cabin. But the seed is planted, so to speak, and the horror movie commences.

Like I said, I am not that big a fan of the movie itself, although it has achieved cult status in its own right. But I love watching the vine rape scene every once in a while.