"Last House On Dead End Street" was allegedly made by an entire cast and crew of heroin addicts, and that definitely helped to make this movie as sleazy and unpleasant as possible. It also helps that none of these people were even identified until 2002. All the credits are actually pseudonyms, mostly the kind of pseudonyms people with dysfunctional brains would logically come up with. Produced by Norman F. Kaiser, directed by Victor Janos, those are the kind of names you come up with when you're 17 and you're trying to buy liquor. It gives this movie plenty of mystique, but it's more than just mystique it has to offer. It's genuinely fairly well-made, stylish and shocking, and it deals with its shortcomings well. All the audio is dubbed in, but while occasionally it looks and sounds like crap it's generally handled pretty well (masking the characters for the ending scenes was a good fetch). The cheap gore effects also look pretty real if you have no idea how effects work, to this day some (badly informed) people still claim this is an actual snuff film. It isn't quite realistic enough to make that mistake, but this is a very grim underground flick. Not the recipe for an all-too-pleasant evening, but it's definitely something you...need to watch? Have to watch? I don't know, but it's a strangely fascinating ride into the darkest pits of filmmaking.
Review of The Last House on Dead End Street
