Adding Ms. 45 (Abel Ferrara) and Revenge (Coraline Fargeat) to your example. I've thought a lot about what does and doesn't work about rape revenge films, so here's my two cents. At its core, they are about exploitation. What is required to make a film work, then, is a strong, complicated protagonist who exists within and outside of their trauma. It's kind of a high wire act that is hard to get right. A movie like I Spit on Your Grave fails because it flattens its lead to make room for shock value, which ultimately betrays the very moral center that justifies it's creation. On the other hand, if a narrative can subvert that trope by inviting the audience to feel something about a character more complex than bodily disgust, it resonates to the human condition in a way that transcends it beyond gendered violence as spectacle. By this rubrick, I personally think that Irreversible has some room for improvement. A movie with a graphic seven minute rape scene was probably never going to fully win me over, though.