A pair of teenage girls are brutally raped and terrorized by a vicious gang of psychopaths, who subsequently find their cruelty returned tenfold when they seek sanctuary in the home of one of the victim's parents in this contemporary reworking of Wes Craven's controversial 1972 shocker. Shortly after arriving at her family's secluded lake house, Mari Collingwood (Sara Paxton) and her best friend are abducted by a sadistic prison escapee and his violent crew. Left for dead and nearly in shock after suffering unspeakable abuse at the hands of her captors, Mari realizes that her only hope for survival is to find her way back home. Unfortunately for Mari, her attackers have unwittingly arrived at her parents' home seeking shelter from the authorities. There, Mari's concerned parents, John (Tony Goldwyn) and Emma (Monica Potter), realize to their horror just what grim fate has befallen their beloved daughter. Suppressing their rage in order to lure the killers into a deadly trap, John and Emma quietly hatch a plan to make the three strangers suffer for their grisly transgressions.
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Review By Jason Buchanan
Krug and company are back in director Dennis Iliadis' remake of Wes Craven's
seminal 1972 shocker, and the result is a glossy, engaging suspense
film that jettisons much of its predecessor's sadism and subtext in
favor of crowd-pleasing revenge violence. Most agree Craven's original is a flawed classic, and while Iliadis' redo improves on the original in many ways (better acting, no bumbling cops), this Last House aims to get us cheering rather than wondering just where we went wrong as a society.
It isn't quite clear what crime volatile psychopath Krug (Garret Dillahunt)
has committed when we first meet him in the back of an unmarked police
car, but by the time he's managed to get free there's no question what
he's capable of. As his partners-in-crime, Sadie (Riki Lindhome) and Francis (Aaron Paul),
spring him, the Collingwoods -- a well-to-do family from the city --
arrive at their nearby lakefront summer home. Shortly after unpacking,
Mari Collingwood (Sara Paxton) borrows her parents' SUV to visit her friend Paige (Martha MacIsaac). At a local store, the two girls meet up with scruffy, hoodie-wearing teen Justin (Spencer Treat Clark),
who offers to sell them some top-shelf marijuana. The three are getting
high in Justin's hotel room when Krug, Francis, and Sadie turn up
unexpectedly for the mother of all buzzkills. It turns out Krug is
Justin's father, and Francis is his uncle; since Mari and Paige can now
identify the convicts, the girls must die. Out in the woods, the gang
murders Paige and Krug rapes Mari, who is shot while attempting to
escape and is presumed dead. The storm brewing, Krug, Sadie, Francis,
and Justin seek shelter from the elements at a nearby house -- the
Collingwood house. Concerned after not hearing from their daughter for
hours, Emma (Monica Potter) and John Collingwood (Tony Goldwyn)
nevertheless offer shelter to the banged-up gang, who claim they just
got into a car accident while on a family vacation. Things quickly get
complicated after Mari shows up on the doorstep, and her parents realize
that they've just taken in the same deviants who violated their
daughter and left her for dead. With the power out due to the storm and
no means of taking Mari to the hospital, Emma and John realize that in
order to protect their daughter and survive the night, they'll have to
resort to the same sort of savagery that Krug, Sadie, and Francis
unleashed on their innocent daughter just hours before.
Back in 1972, when the original Last House on the Left hit theaters accompanied by a lurid advertising campaign playing up the film's unrelenting intensity ("To avoid fainting, keep repeating to yourself, 'It's only a movie...only a movie...only a movie'"), the American public lived with gruesome images of the Vietnam War on a daily basis. Many began to wonder what we had become as a society, and feared to think of where we might be headed. Flash-forward to 2009: America is locked in yet another war without end, but now slaughter has gone mainstream as "torture-porn" films like Saw and Hostel proliferate at the box office. Now comes the official remake, produced by none other than Craven and Sean S. Cunningham, the very same men who shocked the world with the original Last House before turning out some of most successful horror films of the 1970s, '80s, and '90s. The story here remains largely the same, with a few minor but crucial differences: gone is much of the humiliation of the two girls by their killers -- their suffering streamlined for efficiency and mainstream consumption -- and a key character who dies in the original film survives in the remake. The latter change, in particular, adds an interesting dynamic to the tension once all hell breaks loose at the Collingwood house, as does the inclusion of a genuinely conscientious and sympathetic character among the killers. Likewise, screenwriters Adam Alleca and Carl Ellsworth know well the art of audience catharsis, maximizing the final confrontation between grieving parents and their daughter's attackers for fist-pumping satisfaction. It's pure suspense executed with undeniable talent. They want us to rejoice when Emma and John team up to mete out bloody justice, but therein lies the rub of this remake -- Alleca and Ellsworth have completely missed the point. Should we really be cheering over the fact that two loving, functional, and supportive parents have been callously stripped of their humanity and will now resort to the same kind of barbarism previously reserved for only the most disturbed sociopaths? At what point does a film like The Last House on the Left cease being a commentary on our capacity for violence and begin playing as just another by-the-numbers revenge film?
As a stand-alone film, The Last House on the Left
works well enough; the screenwriters take plenty of time to establish
all of the key players early on, and then do an efficient job of putting
them through the ringer while keeping us guessing as to just how it
will all play out. They've got a great cast to help them realize the
characters, too. In order for a film like Last House to work, it needs to have an effective villain, and Dillahunt fills that role to perfection. Goldwyn shines as Krug's polar opposite, and Potter
expresses more pain in a single glance than many actors can with an
entire monologue. Yet despite some marked improvements over the
original, at no point does this Last House even come close to working on as many levels as its notorious predecessor. Iliadis, Alleca, and Ellsworth
are all competent craftsmen, they're just more interested in keeping us
on the edge of our seats than thinking about the deeper issues that
drive the action. Perhaps nowhere is this point better exemplified than
in the film's unapologetically gratuitous ending, a gory coup de grâce
designed to send us out on a high note, yet so implausible and
awkwardly shoehorned in that it essentially undermines the entire film.
Decades from now, film textbooks will still be pondering the undeniable
stopping power and disturbing subtext of the original Last House on the Left. The new Last House,
on the other hand, will get little more than a passing mention in the
chapter dedicated to the creatively devoid remake trend and the reasons
we tend to seek comfort in the familiar rather than encouraging our best
artists to break new ground like Craven did at the onset of his career.
Back in 1972, when the original Last House on the Left hit theaters accompanied by a lurid advertising campaign playing up the film's unrelenting intensity ("To avoid fainting, keep repeating to yourself, 'It's only a movie...only a movie...only a movie'"), the American public lived with gruesome images of the Vietnam War on a daily basis. Many began to wonder what we had become as a society, and feared to think of where we might be headed. Flash-forward to 2009: America is locked in yet another war without end, but now slaughter has gone mainstream as "torture-porn" films like Saw and Hostel proliferate at the box office. Now comes the official remake, produced by none other than Craven and Sean S. Cunningham, the very same men who shocked the world with the original Last House before turning out some of most successful horror films of the 1970s, '80s, and '90s. The story here remains largely the same, with a few minor but crucial differences: gone is much of the humiliation of the two girls by their killers -- their suffering streamlined for efficiency and mainstream consumption -- and a key character who dies in the original film survives in the remake. The latter change, in particular, adds an interesting dynamic to the tension once all hell breaks loose at the Collingwood house, as does the inclusion of a genuinely conscientious and sympathetic character among the killers. Likewise, screenwriters Adam Alleca and Carl Ellsworth know well the art of audience catharsis, maximizing the final confrontation between grieving parents and their daughter's attackers for fist-pumping satisfaction. It's pure suspense executed with undeniable talent. They want us to rejoice when Emma and John team up to mete out bloody justice, but therein lies the rub of this remake -- Alleca and Ellsworth have completely missed the point. Should we really be cheering over the fact that two loving, functional, and supportive parents have been callously stripped of their humanity and will now resort to the same kind of barbarism previously reserved for only the most disturbed sociopaths? At what point does a film like The Last House on the Left cease being a commentary on our capacity for violence and begin playing as just another by-the-numbers revenge film?
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