We all have guilty pleasures. Maybe it’s a penchant for
Taylor Swift, a love for Party of Five or even an unhealthy obsession with A.C
Slater. Lying under the surface of every good movie fan is a much watched D.V.D
that they would rather you didn’t know about.
Me, I’ve got too many to count. Growing up on a diet of a dime a dozen
trashy teen slashers, I sure as hell love a good horror/thriller. Oh and when I mean a “good” horror/thriller, I
mean a BAD one. Case in point, The House
at the End of the Street.
I’m not going to sit here and tell you it’s a good movie
because it isn’t. There are more movie cliché’s in say ten minutes of it’s
running time than you could shake a stick at. Jennifer Lawrence is much better
than this fodder, the acting is woeful and the dialogue even worse. Not to mention the “twists” that are
telegraphed worse than smoke signals. But I just can’t help but love it. Its
tacky, trashy and thoroughly entertaining.
You have be warned though. Its bad, REAL bad.
Can be found labelled “Guilty Pleasure”, filed beside Dawson’s
Creek boxset and Channing Tatum back catalogue.