The Last House On The Left (1972)

It isn't artistically adroit, but if success in this genre is counted by squirms, it's a success.

Craven's cold, flat style of filming emphasises the fact that the violence dehumanises not only the victims but the aggressors.

The party who wrote this sickening tripe and also directed the inept actors is Wes Craven.

A tough, bitter little sleeper of a movie that's about four times as good as you'd expect.

Indelibly scummy, Wes Craven's freshman shocker is less a rip-off of The Virgin Spring than a purposefully degraded update, with the medieval barbarism of the original cannily transplanted to Vietnam-era America.

It's pretty to look at and ugly to digest.

[Its] indictment of the human capacity for hatred and violence is nothing next to its status as a long lost Keystone Kops feature cut together with the world's worst folk musical.

A piss poor horror film with terrible production qualities.

A depraved exploitation film specifically designed to shock and repulse viewers...also a cultural artifact reflective of and reactive to the time it was made... [Blu-ray]

The exceedingly low-rent production values subsequently ensure that the more overtly horrific elements within Craven's script often fall completely flat...

An ugly, disturbing, passionately conceived cult favorite, Last House on the Left is much more complex (albeit crudely made) than its controversial reputation would suggest.

Sartorially dated certainly, but still powerful, disturbing and raw.