The House of the Devil is released in cinemas this weekend and if you’re particularly keen on living in pant-wetting fear of the strange, old couple living next door (pre-movie they were adorable), then this slick and really quite impressive horror movie might just be for you.
Set in the early 1980s, the film tells the story of college student Samantha Hughes’ (played by Jocelin Donahue) unsuccessful attempt to get her hands on some much needed cash – by babysitting for some dodgy, old Satanists. (The poor lamb didn’t know all of the details before she embarked on such an obviously flawed plan).
Suffice to say, they’re not the friendliest of folks to work for and what follows is as suspense-filled and maddeningly tense as it gets. But in a good way.
Lingering camera work, a lot of eerie silence and the holding back of most of the gory stuff until the last few minutes will have you shaking on the edge of your seat/hiding behind the sofa.
For me, screaming my lungs out at every move poor Sammy made seemed the most natural way to cope with the mounting tension.
When the bad stuff does come, it’s similarly well done. (For a quick heads up, though, you will have to witness the singularly most terrifying face I have ever encountered on my television screen as well as an unfortunately, and surprisingly terrifying, balding head. Both of which gave me nightmares for a good few nights after viewing).
Apart from this, though, the gore is done very well – this is not your run-of-the-mill horror stuff. Creative filming techniques and camera work make it more a work of art to be admired than your standard blood and guts horror – although there’s no denying that there is blood a-plenty, if that’s what you’re after.
If the only reason you’re even considering watching a horror movie is because your evil boyfriend/sadistic best friend/nasty editor has coerced you, then this is a plus point.
In short, this is an intelligent film which showcases creative talent to be admired by even Legally Blonde loving ladies, such as myself.