House on Elm Lake

As the summary says, if this is the better version with a budget, i dread to think how bad the original was. I actually wondered if i was watching the original, its Absolutely shockingly bad, do not waste your time, bad acting, bad effects, well bad everything. I watched a good portion of the film hoping it would get better, but no it doesn't, so i turned it off. Cant believe i paid £5.50 for this.

There were a couple of creepy spots, but the movie as a whole was very questionable. The story, acting, delivery, script, stupid voice effects - all annoying and not to my liking. Also - why did the old man have to be without his clothes?

Freddy Krueger? Maybe. Jason? Sounds pretty cool. House at the end of the Street? THAT'S IT! All three!

This movie had so many chances to be half decent. Although the acting was subpar the story could have saved it. But nope! The story fell into sad attempts to be scary and only ended up a letdown. Not sure why I keep giving these movies a chance...must be a glutton for punishment hahaha

That... good lord...that was without a doubt the absolute worst "movie," on every single level, that I have ever had the misfortune of watching. My time would have been better spent bobbing for self respect out of a rusted out, industrial strength, powered on blender. The "acting" was horrible at best. The sfx were nothing more than Halloween store props. The director needs to go back to selling sand to the Middle East from Mother'sbasement. The costume designer, well, the costumes were probably provided from the local C- rated haunted attraction. Ok, the writer... good lord, you need serious mental help, Jesus, God, and Allah, and a healthy supply of 8000mg sedatives, for life. At some point, there was a meeting where everyone agreed that this was a good film. Someone, EVERYONE, should have said, hey, this sucks, lets not do this. Anyone involved in this flick needs to be on an FBI watch list. In short....if you have the option of watching this movie or driving your car off a bridge... well, grab your keys, sugarbritches.