Wow! Such a good movie.

Wonderful character development!

Save your money for something good and enjoyable

Don't Believe the Hype

Makes one wonder in what century this movie is suppose to take place as we see people wearing white blouses, white and weird-shaped dresses and bonnets ... a women gets killed by her husband because of their, um, crazy son? I'm guessing because I dozed off a minute or two. The murdered woman returns speaking directly into the camera narrating the entire movie. We see a young married couple holding hands skipping through fields and forests and sharing an apple for lunch. Later the woman is tied and tortured by the same guy. She escapes and kills him with an axe and yells ... something. We see a close-up of a birds nest with red pulsating meat inside which transforms into a man. Woman & man hold hands skipping through fields and forests. The End. Suck. Suck. Suck. Why must most Indie Horror suck? I mean, they get the gore right but the rest is dressed in artsy fartsy boredom. I'm surprised my brain did not explode but damn - talk about suck, dull and boring. Gets my vote for worst film I watched this year. Here are crimes LAST HOUSE ON HELL STREET committed: #10 BORING. Don't try to pass your film as art because HELLO! it's not. You are NOT David Lynch. But if you must insist to be "different" PLEASE make it somewhat enjoyable. #9 DUCKS. Symbolism for Married Bliss. Nice try. Since I don't believe in marriage footage of a sitting duck just annoyed me even more. #8 NATURE-FOOTAGE. Yes! do I ever love seeing footage of trees, branches and twigs! Mother nature is so exciting. #7 SOUNDS OF SILENCE. When people's lips move but there's no sound they A: have nothing important to say or B: the sound-editor screwed up or C: it was intentional. Which is even worse. #6 UPSIDE DOWN FOOTAGE. Just another lame attempt to pass as art. #5 REVERSAL FOOTAGE. See #6 #4 WHERE THE HOUSE HAS NO STREET. Not trying to nitpick but since this movie is called LAST HOUSE ON HELL STREET where's the street? #3 REVERSAL FOOTAGE ... AGAIN. We do get to see one scene three times even. What gives? Not a good scene either. #2 SCHMACK VIRGIN. No, I'm not cussing. That's the name of the lead actor. #1 JOHN SPECHT. Guilty as charged.

The first clue to the quality of such a movie as this is found right on the movie box. One can tell that it is shot on video tape rather than film. Bad sign. This isn't porno. I'm not sure exactly what they were going for here, but I'm guessing the budget for this puppy was about $25,000, most of which went to the actress who was willing to bare her breasts. The story is some convoluted mess about a murder, 2 lovers, and a house that possesses one of them. Tortue comes to the girl, and to the watcher, with endless amateur video tricks and shots of trees, lots and lots of trees. One is never really sure what is going on because the characters don't speak. Narration is done by the voice of a slain woman what had died in the house previously.This maybe one of the worst movies I've ever seen, but the sight of the guy crawling out of the vagina made of sticks is one that sticks with you (no pun intended).Chalk this up to one of the number of horrid horror films that are being made for no money, have no production values, and are being released to an unsuspecting public. Too awful even for die hards.

I honestly enjoy B movies, I like a good laugh. But this movie made me want to jump into oncoming traffic. Where was the dialog? There was so little that there may as well not been any at all. And the purple broad spoke in such re tarted riddles she may as well been speaking a foreign language. And of my god if I see another five minute montage of TREES!! I am gonna go insane. Visual art and poetry? The only thing that was remotely like that was the end where the guy came out of the houses vagina! Which I might add was funny as hell. I love a good crappy b movie but this one made me feel cheated and ripped off. I almost tried to get my 5$ back.

When you are going to use the words 'Last House' you are treading on sacred ground. LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT and LAST HOUSE ON DEAD END STREET are classics in the shock genre. Both of them cross the lines of good taste on a regular basis. Bearing that in mind this film should be along the same lines. Especially, since it's put out on the Sub Rosa Extreme series of titles. I P*** On Your Corpse I S*** On Your Grave (Or something like that) was at least edgy, gory and put in a little erotic frisson for good measure. This one boasts that it's a unique mix of expressionistic visual poetry and intense grueling horror. I didn't get that from this. It was dull and I used the fast forward a lot. The sad part is that I didn't miss anything by doing that. I'm not sure what they were trying to do but the title needs to be changed to something else. Maybe PANSIES MAKE STUPID MOVIE ON HELL STREET or THIS MOVIES SUCKS REALLY, REALLY BAD maybe even FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T WATCH THIS MOVIE! Hopefully this was just a learning experience for the cast and crew and they'll come back with something better. Maybe home movies or 70 minutes of static.