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In 1978, a film captured the world’s attention. People had never witnessed such an award-winning performance. It was the origin of a latent phenomenon called I Spit On Your Grave.
A controversial horror story about an author who escapes the bright lights and ambiance of the city for the peaceful serenity of the country. But it was short-lived. She crosses paths with bad, bad, bad men. They do unspeakable things to her that no woman should ever experience. Barely alive, she escapes and crawls into the darkness of the woods. After a day of recuperation, she seeks revenge and spits on their fucking graves, but not before chopping them up into chum.
Over thirty years after the cult classic, new producers rejuvenated it. And they had a plan that was so crazy… they rebooted it under the same title:
Similar to the origin story, a new novelist goes to the swamps for peace and privacy. However, sadly, she encounters bad, bad, bad men. After the horrors she endures, she gets revenge and spits on their fucking graves.
Before the results from the opening weekend box office came through, the producers insisted, “More!”
As this next installment was being processed for editing before it hit theaters, the producers didn’t waste any time as they shouted, “More!”
“More!”
“MORE!!!”
Today, actresses and models from around the world are currently standing in a long, cold line hoping to be the next spitter in I Spit On Six Graves, Motherf*cker.
A young writer is on strike in Hollywood. She’s homeless, living in her car. A group of shady migrants invites her to a warehouse for an audition. However, they aren’t producers but bad, bad, bad men.
In the economic sense, to save costs, as producers of Superman I and II did, they are making not just one installment concurrently, but three of them!
A young author visits India after suffering a tragedy. She’d lost her entire bloodline in a winter storm apocalypse. Not only that, she was fired from her barista job, and her car was stolen. Hopeless to carry on in this cruel world, she ventures out on a vacation seeking meaning to her life. Unfortunately, she meets a horde of bad, bad, bad men. The horrors she stomachs, shaking my head. But don’t worry, she’ll get revenge and spit on twenty-eight graves.
A young author goes to space on an all-female mission. She’s the first novelist to visit Russia’s space station, Deep Origin. However, moments before the rocket is launched, she realizes she’s the only female aboard among the four grinning faces. Ugh.
While orbiting the beautiful blue planet, the male astronauts drank vodka and made comments about her figure. She backs away into a corner of the ship. They become bad, bad, bad space men.
In the end, she gets revenge. She spits in their fucking faces and airlocks them.
Which lucky ones will be the next spitters?
