Film review: House at the End of the Street
Prepare for the ultimate terror. And by terror, I mean the terror of coming face to face with every horror film cliché in one movie. Sadly, House At the End of the Street is proof that Hollywood still hasn’t figured it out. Aside from two or three half-hearted one-liners, expect one hour and forty minutes of boring dialogue, mediocre acting and headache-inducing cinematography.
In the movie, recently divorced Sarah (Elisabeth Shue) and her daughter Elissa (Jennifer Lawrence), move to a small rural town for a fresh start. Before long, they discover that the house next door has a haunting past. Several years prior, a daughter murdered her parents and shorty after drowned, leaving behind her withdrawn older brother, Ryan (Max Thieriot), to occupy the house. As Elissa and Ryan develop a relationship against Sarah’s wishes, the truth begins to reveal itself.
Bad writing is the true villain of this film. It is the cause for uninteresting characters, unrealistic character actions and an overall implausible story. That said, if it was possible to salvage this atrocious script by outstanding acting, there is no cause to believe Jennifer Lawrence and Elisabeth Shue could have pulled it off.
With that in mind, if you’re looking for a movie with a few pop-out-and-startle moments, by all means, fork out the cash for a ticket. But if you’re looking for a little substance to your story, look elsewhere.