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The Last House on the Left (1972) ★★★★½
For a movie with this reputation, it was kind of odd to see the end credits. Seeing all that sweetness and merriment, knowing what had happened just*before.
But make no mistake about it. This is a classic in the horror genre. A very intense and scary film, built on atmosphere, terror and torture. Not with your typical horror monsters, but with man itself at its cruelest and most*depraved.
Krug Stillo is one of the classic horror villains. A man so detached and callous he can watch his son commit suicide without batting an eye. Or rape a young woman, only seconds after carving his name in her chest. Props to David Hess for that*performance.
As a viewer, you are in terror, feeling for Mari and Phyllis. Or their parents, the moment they see the hanger and put the pieces together. Prompting a piece of revenge that was later echoed in I spit on your*grave.
Not without their troubles, though. Krug first toys with the father, showing off the brute strength that allows him to get away with his cruel acts. And when they finally get them, you as a viewer feel that this revenge will probably come a high*price.
A horror classic, but no cozy popcorn flick. At*all.
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