Last House On Dead End Street (aka The Cuckoo Clocks Of Hell) is quite the experience. At times the film is utterly repugnant and at other times immensely nauseating. The production values are amateurish, there is little in the way of conventional cinematic narrative structure, there is no fundamental message for you to decipher and it is not made to entertain. And surprisingly, most of that works in its favor. The story revolves around a disgruntled man, recently released from prison, who takes out his anguish by making snuff films. The film's title is derived from Wes Craven cult-classic directorial debut, The Last House On The Left, which was released around the same time. This fascinating under the radar genre gem really deserves more of an audience. It is rough around the edges film-making that gives you the experience of a hellish journey into the darkness of what evil human beings are truly capable of doing. Sincerely not for the faint of heart.
Jesse Gumbarge is editor and chief blogger at JarvisCity.com - He loves old-school horror films and starting pointless debates. You can reach out at: JesseGumbarge@JarvisCity.com
