Just a little up the road, on the right...

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.

 

 

 Jennifer Lawrence stars in this tawdry horror ( could you even call it a horror, when I’ve gotten more scared looking in the mirror in the mornings? ) about her next door neighbours mysterious house, where, lets just say a lot of bad things happened. Sounds familiar? Well it probably is. The plot reads like the back of every Point Horror book you read growing up.

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.

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