Cast: Becca Hirani, Andrew Hollingworth, Faye Goodwin, Lorena Andrea, Tara MacGowran, Tony Manders
Writers: Shannon Holiday, James Klass
Director: James Klass
Running Time: 94 minutes
Reviewed by: Philip Wade
Time passes, and another family moves into the home, drawn by the chance to build a new and better life for themselves in what should be a retreat from the cruelty of the world. Little does the family know their house hides a dark secret. A secret that will tear them apart and alter their lives forever. Except for cliché, overused, and mindless the list of adjectives I would use to describe ‘House on Elm Lake,’ make me feel cruel.
This movie was filmed once before by the same people. The difference being the original had no budget, this time the creators had $4,000 or so to make a better movie. If this version is better than the original, may the original never see the light of day. The acting in this movie is bad. The murders in the beginning were drawn out, not in a characters being tortured and
bled with cruel intensity sort of drawn out but drawn out in a character struggles with what appears to be a superficial flesh wound, as she drags herself slowly crying from one room into the next with such painful cries and whimpers you’d assume she had nothing but a bloody stump for a leg.
Overacting perhaps? But at least this scene wasn’t weighed down by dialogue. When acting is paired with dialogue, this is where the flaws in this film go from scratches to big open festering wounds. The dialogue is emotionless and passionless with no connection to other scenes.
The parents complain that their daughter doesn’t sleep for very long and then proceed to have sex with the door to their bedroom left wide open. This is done so the father can see a naked old man walk by the door towards his daughter’s room. When the father runs off, the mother seems only inconvenienced and not really concerned that her man just stopped their sex session to run to her daughter’s bedroom. Of course, no one is there when he gets to her room, except the daughter, and the situation doesn’t come up again.
Weirder things start to happen, the husband is molested by hands coming out of his bed, from arm holes cut into the bed, through which the body that owns the arms can be seen. The scene is freaky only in the fact that it is so lame and allowed to be lame. There seemed to be no effort to make the hands seem ghost-like or make the persons in the bed seem more sinister, it’s just arms from within a bed groping a dude.
The story doesn’t make sense, the parents don’t appear to care that their child is having trouble breathing as the mother drives off to meet a crazy medium she consulted who is now locked herself in a church. The father is pissing blood and has grown a nasty looking crotch rash that he scratches for far too long and we as the audience get to see from head on. The male inner thigh is not the most filmable part of the body and probably should never be filmed.
The acting, script, lighting, characters, special effects, and premise were lame. The movie got a little better as watched it, all I can really think of on that point is maybe I started to identify with the screaming and crying of the character who just wanted it all to end, but it didn’t improve enough to recommend to anyone or redeem itself.