Camille Keaton is a struggling novelist who's getting away from the distractions of the big city to housesit and skinny dip in the country. Some rednecks rubberneck the thin, red-headed stranger while she is having a full-frontal swing in her hammock in I Spit on Your Grave (1978). They decide to show this urban cutie some backwoods hospitality, which in plain English means they violently have their way with her. That heinous act sets in motion the most intense revenge movie ever made and still not topped in the annals of exploitation. Camille manages to off each of her three attackers with increasing brutality, climaxing in a blowjob gone terribly wrong. That she does all this naked proves that when the end is near you may as well grin and bare it.