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The Last House on the Left ***
by Nick Schager on March 11, 2009 Jump to Comments (2) or Add Your Own
Our long national lousy-horror-remake nightmare has finally—or at least temporarily—ended, thanks to Dennis Iliadis's The Last House on the Left, a do-over of Wes Craven's seminal debut, itself modeled after Ingmar Bergman's The Virgin Spring, that bests its predecessor in most respects. Gone is the original's early campiness, here replaced by eye-of-the-storm calm that portends tragedy, as well as its later over-the-top grindhouse gore, now swapped for taut suspense punctuated by visceral brutality. Still, while the tone is somewhat reconfigured, the story—infused with both class-tension undercurrents and surprising poignancy—remains fundamentally the same. The rape-revenge tale of two girls' torture at the hands of psychopaths, and the comeuppance they receive upon subsequently taking shelter at the home of one of their victims, Iliadis's film barrels forward on a mood of mounting dread that's invigorated by the director's unblinking portrait of nastiness and his sustained focus on—and exploitation of—the girl's parents' shock and awesome fury once they learn the true identity of their unexpected guests.
As in Craven's shocker, pot is a gateway drug to hell, as the teens' quest to procure some weed leads to local girl Paige (Martha MacIsaac) being viciously killed and her friend, out-of-towner Mari (Sara Paxton), being I Spit on Your Grave-style despoiled and left to die of a gunshot wound in a lake. She doesn't, though it's Mari's necklace pendant that proves the evidence which clues her parents in to their situation, which is so dire—alone with murderers in a woodland cabin that has no phone service or nearby neighbors—that the only reasonable course of action is bloodshed. Reason, however, isn't all that drives them, and the film's ferocious, no-nonsense second half makes sure to root itself not just in distinctly unpleasant carnage, but also in its adult protagonists' piercing mixture of devastated grief and unchecked rage, both of which are expertly expressed in an affecting scene in which John (Tony Goldwyn) discovers that Mari has been sexually violated and, the camera compassionately fixated on his and Emma's (Monica Potter) faces, the couple muster the fortitude to "do whatever it takes." This means choosing to be hunters rather than the hunted and slaughtering their fiendish visitors, whose leader Krug—as father of his own personal Manson family, including unwilling biological son Justin (Spencer Treat Clark)—stands as the abusive and sadistic paternal counterpoint to nurturing physician John.
Iliadis's camerawork is sleek and dexterous throughout, from a creeping-forward opening shot through the nighttime woods that suggests a forthcoming Little Red Riding Hood-ish journey toward horror, to the unrelentingly drawn-out depiction of John hunting Krug in the house, this latter sequence further benefiting from the director's refusal—in a welcome twist on typical scary-movie conventions—to have the aggrieved father behave in ways reckless and/or illogical. A tacked-on ending provides an ultimate money shot for splatter junkies but proves to be the film's sole misstep, motivated as it is less by the tale's urgent parental anxieties and protective impulses than by a misguided belief that genre enthusiasts won't fully embrace a work unless it features one overly elaborate death. Yet for the most part, true terror is derived not from cleverly concocted only-in-the-movies executions but from Illiadis's unhurried staging—such as during Krug and his brother Francis's (Aaron Paul) sexualized murder of Paige, which the director lingers on to elicit maximum revulsion—and from the relatable emotional and psychological circumstances generated by his premise, out of which this precise, calculating Last House on the Left wrings substantial tension.
- Director(s): Dennis Iliadis
- Screenplay: Adam Alleca, Carl Ellsworth
- Cast: Garret Dillahunt, Tony Goldwyn, Monica Potter, Sara Paxton, Spencer Treat Clark, Aaron Paul, Riki Lindhome, Martha MacIsaac, Michael Bowen
- Distributor: Rogue Pictures
- Runtime: 100 min.
- Rating: R
- Year: 2009
Comments
- franks149 on February 10, 2010, 08:21 PM
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Better than the original brutal and horrific.
Agree about the over the top ending which nearly ruins the credibility of the parent's emotional turmoil throughout the second half of the flick and the lengths people will go to to protect family. Maybe it is suggesting that revenge turns you into the monster that you were fighting in the first place but I also think was a tacked on scene to attract gorehounds via its trailer. It worked on me so I fell for it too.
Otherwise, an uneasy and disturbing horror flick.
- No-Personality on May 27, 2010, 05:04 PM
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Well, it didn't work on me. Not that I was willing to give it a chance, I admit. The promos—video and still—for it were a joke. Did the brutality of this movie actually distract me from the fact that I've seen all this before? No. Everything here is new-millennium cookie cutter. I can get the same amount of depth from hanging with the Cell Phone Girls 'round here (they're all the same) or their parents. That's what today's realism approach gets you. Paying money to see in a movie what you can get by going out into the streets. Anywhere local really. Even the gang here, from look to lingo, are complete holograms of every ratty criminal from C.S.I. Miami to the latest Saw installment. Instead of trying to enhance intelligences (sorry- is that what's considered pretentious these days?), they mime what we've already got too much of on TV and in every new movie like this and pander to the lower demog's and denom's.
And I'm not so sure I'm comfortable with all these so-called horror fans having an ax to grind against Craven's original. Does that mean Hills Have Eyes was so much better or that Craven's a hack and the only worthwhile thing he gave the genre was A Nightmare on Elm Street? If you know anything about Wes Craven, you understand why he made the choices he did. And they weren't bad choices. I still trust his 1970's eye and nose better than someone who thinks it's anything other than profitable to climb on the New Millennium Remake Bandwagon. That alone is enough to seriously question Mr. Iliadis' judgment. This remake is unnecessary and really reeks in every way. Though, only-almost as much as the head bangers lauding it while making sure to take the time to piss all over Craven's "seminal debut." It *was* a seminal debut, wasn't it? Unlike this remake: another brick of shit for the Remake Wall of Shame. Just my opinion. Biased from the start, as we all should have been.
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