"Im Directing This Fucking Movie!"

So my next piece is dedicated to Last House on Dead End Street. The mood of this picture is pretty raw with the classic 70’s feel thanks to the overuse of brown, not to mention the picture quality and its cherished burn marks, dust, and crackled audio. During the film you follow Terry as he raises hell with his black hair and midnight leather jacket and dry Eastern accent. This film starts with Terry being released from jail due to drug charges, and listening to his scattered thoughts as he expresses his expanding grudge for humanity and the idea of revenge by making snuff films.



First step is by intimidating his old and unfortunate friend, who happens to be a camera man, into helping him setup his idea. Following is a set of good looking women to help juice up the film and help keep him occupied. On set and rolling you are introduced to the first victim whom is helplessly tied to a beam as Terry takes the key role and portrays himself as a god controlling life. Things progress and new movies are needed so you sit back and watch Terry spin out of control in his power drenched insanity as he and his group torture and record those unfortunate for being fortunate.

The gore in this movie was impressive for the era and tastefully done with opera music playing (or suspenseful heart beat) and various camera angles. This film included a few climatic pieces including dismemberment and disemboweling and a killing that makes you want to pop in Driller Killer. The characters did build and this had a filling story line, but it may be for an acquired taste because it has a mellow flow which I myself need to be in the mood for.