My review:
You may be surprised to hear this, but the latest “classic” horror film remake, The Last House on the Left, is a fairly interesting nasty bit of business. A contemporary adaptation of the 1972 Wes Craven-directed exploitation shocker – which apparently featured graphic forced lesbianism, not to mention male genital amputation courtesy of particularly toothy *****io (!) – this sleek update boasts a punishing rape scene, multiple graphic stabbings and stomach-churning home surgery. With that said, however, underneath its thick layer of repellently salacious sadism and wanton bloodlust lies a number of interesting performances, as well as some surprisingly intriguing themes and ideas. I know, I know, I’m as astonished to be typing those words as you likely are to be reading them.
Produced by Craven, but helmed by novice director Dennis Iliadis, The Last House of the Left ’09 stars Tony Goldwyn and Monica Potter as Dr. John and Emma Collington, successful upper-middle class yuppies and protective parents to a cute teenage daughter named Mari (Sara Paxton). Still in painful mourning over the loss of their son, the couple decide to break free from the oppression of big city routine and take Mari for a peaceful holiday at the family lake-house. Unfortunately though, after the precocious girl meets up with her good friend Paige (Superbad cutie Martha MacIsaac), things slowly go horrifically awry.
Lured to the hotel room of a spaced-out youngster named Justin (Spencer Treat Clark) with the promise of seriously potent marijuana, the two girls are captured by the dumb kid’s escaped-con family, which consists of father Krug (Garret Dillahunt), his girlfriend Sadie (Riki Lindhome) and looney Uncle Francis (Aaron Paul). Roughed up and taken prisoner, the two girls and their captors shortly wind up in the middle of the woods after an escape attempt leaves the getaway vehicle totalled. Angry and in pain, Krug and his crew proceed to viciously beat and terrorize the frightened duo, before brutally raping the petrified Mari. Leaving her and Paige for dead in the thick forest, the criminals, through freakish circumstance, find themselves seeking shelter and aid at the Collington’s summer home. However, after the true nature of Krug and company’s crimes becomes known to the emotionally ailing couple, the hunters slowly find themselves becoming the hunted...
Now, before proceeding any further, I feel it is my obligation to seriously warn those of you unable to stomach appalling on-screen atrocities – namely those with sound morals and healthy psyches – to steer far away. The Last House on the Left is an often punishing experience which is shockingly effective at dragging the audience into the cruellest of human acts without remorse or ironic detachment. The murders are cold-blooded and severe and the act of sexual violence is guaranteed to lead to nervous fidgeting and uncomfortable silence. So buyers beware.
Now, as for the rest of us sick degenerates, the film also promises a curiously involving depiction of the Collington’s disturbing shift from calm domesticity into savagery. Unlike more conventional Hollywood revenge thrillers, the couple is never given a clean-cut dramatic turning point. John and Emma aren’t super-parents like Taken’s Liam Neeson, with skills and iron-tight plans; they’re clumsy and out-matched, almost accidentally shifting into offensive mode through irate confusion and taxed nerves. Goldwyn and Potter imbue their starkly realistic characters with a dogged sense of outraged perseverance. These are wounded people whose only remaining link to a contented, hopeful family life has been irreparably damaged. Through skilful editing and honest direction, the couple’s search for catharsis through ferocity is both disquieting and disturbingly liberating.
The killers themselves are also nicely drawn, with Dillahunt’s Krug (wasn’t that the main baddie’s name in Donkey Kong Country?) the more fearsome presence. Like the Collingtons, he seems to be operating on pure instinct and improvisation, rarely comfortable or in control. Unable to manage his hysterical victims and maniacal family, Krug’s volcanic temper and lack of restraint make him an ideal counterpart to the heroes’ anxious resourcefulness. The final scene in the film, where we witness the monster’s guard finally crumble, is more memorable for Dillahunt’s trapped-animal mask of terror than for the admittedly spectacular gruesome pay-off.
In a pop-culture atmosphere which prides itself on using excessively improbable gore effects and easy-scares to frighten an audience, it’s strangely refreshing to come across an ugly little thriller that doesn’t think twice about running movie-goers through the wringer. The Last House on the Left is an exhausting, nasty nightmare of a movie which, despite the odd tedious moment, achieves exactly what it set out to accomplish. Whether you decide to take the turn or drive right past is totally up to you.
3.5 out of 5