Point is, the director's wife played the lead. We were always impressed by the way she managed to pilot a motorboat and bury an axe in that one dude at the same time. We'd like to see a short sequel in which she actually spits on their graves, because that doesn't happen in the film. Well, only metaphorically.

Scroll-down debunked urban legend: Despite what a friend of a friend totally knows to be a fact, the ass on the DVD cover does not belong to Demi Moore. It also doesn't belong to Camille Keaton, but who cares?

Speaking of Demi Moore, click this. It's high def:

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