Whatever else the Siskel-Ebert position may be, it is also the critical equivalent of Revok's eye: its insistence that I Spit on Your Grave makes rapists of us all works, in fact, to deflect attention from the possibility that it just as well makes Jennifers of us all, and that the powerful feelings the film evokes may have less to do with a sense of mastery than with the sense that one has just been shafted.
