House at the End of the Street, Nearly too Generic for Words.

What's worse than a bad movie? One so generic and boring that you forget about it as soon as the end credits roll. Thus is how it went with House at the End of the Street.

Pre-Watching Thoughts

Somehow, "House at the End of the Street" sounds like it wants me to believe it's like "Last House on the Left." Okay. If that's your schtick, I'm possibly interested.

So how do they compare?
I could read into them both and say that they (thematically) deal with, "the horror next door." Or that they deal with "regular, every day people" being pushed so far that they do something horrible. They both feature an element of "violence against young women." But all that esoteric reaching is really the extent of it.

Post-Watch Thoughts

Overall, this movie felt more like The Stepfather (or, more recently, Disturbia.) It's one of those standard, PG13 "horror" flicks that hit screens, lure in some kids who have little real experience with horror, and then fades away.

It's only, possible saving graces are:

a few, pretty good, gore moments
some pretty good cinematography
a nod to Sleepaway Camp
a nearly 70's quality final girl
okay acting (except for Gil Bellows who played the least believable cop OF ALL TIME.)

I'm actually surprised that this movie hasn't gotten more traction as it stars the girl from The Hunger Games (Jennifer Lawrence) and that pre-teen age bracket seems like the prime target for this movie.

And, unlike me to say, I almost feel bad for Nolan Funk (one of the deviants from Deadgirl - review here) turning up, yet again, as a rape-y high school boy. Only 24 and he's already typecast as a morally corrupt teenager. Looks like Michael Madsen may have a successor some day.

Anyway.

Wrap up time.

I have, certainly, subjected myself to worse movies that this one but, I'm already having a hard time remembering why I even care.

You can watch the House at the End of The Street Trailer here:

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