The Last House on the Left

August 25th, 2009

You know what? Although I thought that it was better than the rest of the horror movies of our age that are based on surprise only, I think it was worse than the aforementioned movies because I was not scared at all. Yes, I enjoyed the fact that it was not built solely upon the whose-scary-silhouette-was-that factor. But since I was more laughing than scared I think they would have done a better job if they had put at least one more surprise moment in there.

Then again, I am a bit tired. Who the hell cares what this movie is about. I won’t watch it again, at least I know that much. So I think the movie sucked. Yeah, let’s go with that option.

The actors who played the so-called psychopaths did not act very well. I did not believe them. My boyfriend said they’re like farmers. So that kind of ruined the whole I-am-afraid-of-you-because-you-are-a-scary-psychopath aspect of this film.

It was kind of like a horror drama, though. Because it involved a realistic situation with a girl being raped and all. And it wasn’t like a deformed child of Satan in the middle of Nowhereville killing college students who had taken the wrong turn somewhere and consequently ended up as wax dolls. The killers were simple outlaws. Your everyday rapists and murderers.

But I don’t even care right now. All I know is that I was not scared, which I should have been, and I want to sleep, which I should not. Which leads me to conclude that it was not a very good horror film.

Where are the good horror movies anyway?

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