The bottom line, the original movie is the perfect equal-opportunity offender; the first half the woman gets it, the second half it's the men. Everyone in the audience is satisfied. And it becomes a formula that has been repeated successfully over the years, even sparking a modern day remake that toned down the skin but upgraded the victim, and was a worthwhile movie in its own right. And then 2013's ISOYG Part 2 with Jemma Dallender not only eclipsed the original, it became arguably the greatest mainstream women in peril movie of all time. The talk then was that "I Spit On Your Grave" could become a franchise, a marketable title that could launch sequels and remakes for years. Things looked bright in GIMP Land.

And now along comes I Spit On Your Grave 3: Vengeance is Mine. To say this is a letdown is an understatement. The question everyone should be asking is, who greenlighted this script? Who are the men who thought it would be a good idea to take a winning formula and totally fuck with it? I can just imagine the pitch meeting. "Get this, guys. Instead of making a rape/revenge movie, we just skip the rape completely and make it all revenge! After all, showing women getting raped is soooo 1970s. Today's modern woman kicks butt! Men are the ones we want to see suffer!"

The sad truth is, the era of the exploitation film really is over. And there's no more graphic indicator of how badly things have changed than the fact that a movie like this could actually be made and released to the public. It takes away the whole reason most people would want to see an ISOYG movie and instead caters to the perceived audience who only prefer the revenge half of those films. Which ultimately makes it a huge waste of time for the rest of us.

I won't spend a lot of time covering the plot details, since few will be of importance to this crowd. The gorgeous Sarah Butler reprises her character Jennifer Hills from the 2010 remake. In that film, she was badly gang-raped and then took bloody revenge on the men who did to her. This time around she's living under a fake name and regularly seeing a psychiatrist for her issues of dealing with the experience. Her paranoia is coupled with flashbacks of the attack from the first film (in which we see tiny snippets, that's all, nothing to linger over and enjoy). There's a scene where she gets accosted by a group of tough-talking men while jogging in the park, but while it's mildly threatening, nothing comes of it.

Then there's the seemingly friendly co-worker in her office that she constantly rebuffs. In her twisted mind, men are the enemy, ALL men, they all want something, don't you know? Then there are multiple times when we see her snap and violently attack whatever male she's interacting with. But each time it turns out to be just her fantasy. The director pulls this stunt so many times that when it finally happens for real, you don't even believe it.

Fortunately for her, she happens upon a flyer that is advertising a get-together for rape victims. Great, a way to interact with other women who are as psychologically messed up as she is. Hell, maybe even worse.

In the group sessions, she meets a kindred spirit, a woman who thinks the way to deal with one particular rapist is to stalk him, lead him into a secluded garage and beat him with a crowbar. Yeah, the guy's a creep, but you don't actually see him rape anyone, he's the father who supposedly molested one of the girls in the group.

Jennifer's friend gets killed and the police aren't able to nail the guy, so she decides to do the job herself. In a scene that apes Travis Bickle's training to assassinate the candidate in Taxi Driver, she prepares herself for combat with weapons and transforms herself into a female version of Rambo. Call her a Rambette.

She then predictably leads him into an abandoned alley and it doesn't take long before she's performing fellatio on him right there. But it's all part of her plan. We see the man's penis graphically sliced off with a knife as blood spurts everywhere. Was it really necessary to show us that? Oh, that's right, nudity and violence against men is perfectly acceptable. But don't even think of showing us a glimpse of Sarah Butler's bare nipple.

Flushed with success, Jennifer now channels Charles Bronson in Death Wish and becomes a one-woman vigilante force, going after more rapists in nasty ways, including one where she literally shoves a metal bar up his ass, again shown quite graphically. And once again, all these guys are rapists only because someone says they are in the script. It's part of the director's unique vision of making a rape/revenge movie where no one gets raped, not even off-screen. Brilliant.

It's not til the end of the movie that anything even remotely GIMP-worthy occurs, and even that's abridged. One of the rapists that Jennifer hunts down turns the tables on her after she stabs him, and he manages to shove her to the ground and starts to unpeel her clothing down to her bra and panties. He also zaps her with a stun gun but the scene is interrupted before things get good. Yeah, of course, it does.