This film is very odd---despite its being extremely violent and repulsive at times, it's mesmerizing in its simple, direct style which for the purposes of the movie is very effective. The strange, distanced style it was created in creates an almost "you are there" quality which made viewing it quite disturbing; for example , the lack of musical cues which in conventional horror films signals when to get "scared" actually makes this film more frightening. It bears to mind that violence in the real world is often mixed with the mundane and the ordinary and in the real world, we don't get scary music to warn us when something awful will happen. It brings up very interesting notions of spectatorship and identification; the viewer is not, as in a conventional horror or thriller film, asked to closely identify with either the victim or her tormentors. In this sense, it's a much more honest film than Wes Craven's moralistic tract "Last House on the Left" which spends much of its time leading its viewer on what to think and how to judge the events. "I Spit..." leaves a disconcerting "openness" to these questions of moral judgement which is ultimately more thought- and discussion-provoking than your typical slasher-film experience. In this sense, it's a lot closer to real life violence---often senseless, brutal and leaves the participants with no comforting moral platitudes after the fact.
An interesting film experience, but not one I'd like to revisit too often.
An interesting film experience, but not one I'd like to revisit too often.