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A 21st century remake three decades later of the Wes
Craven bucolic class warfare in the woods with cellphones,
The Last House On The Left is about an effective nerve shredding
a horror thriller as you can get, but sad to say the view
of humanity is troubling and distasteful. Faithful to the
usual Hollywood premise that villains are much harder to
kill than the rest of us, even when stabbed, shot and drained
of blood, The Last House On The Left also toys sadistically
with the wrongheaded notion that victims likewise harbor
inner homicidal maniacs waiting to be set free.***
The film opens with the escape of a felon on his way
to prison, with a little help from his gleeful chopaholic
pals who turn up on the scene. Switching gears abruptly,
the story takes a sharp, well, left, to the sumptuous vacation
home of a doctor (Tony Goldwyn), his wife (Monica Potter)
and hottie teen offspring Mari (Sara Paxton ). When Mari
and a pal head off with a mysterious, pathologically shy
young man (Aaron Paul) to his motel to sample his weed,
the fugitive and his maniac entourage show up, itching for
a little terroristic torture of their fetching prey.***
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