Karry Best movie of this year hands down!

KnotMissPriceless Why so much hype?

Spidersecu Don't Believe the Hype

Deanna There are moments in this movie where the great movie it could've been peek out... They're fleeting, here, but they're worth savoring, and they happen often enough to make it worth your while.

Stephen Abell This is a dark psychological thriller about the consequences of child abuse. Donny Kohler is a man who is growing increasingly detached from his life. One day, while he's at work he witnesses an accident which causes one of his work colleagues to catch on fire. While the rest of the workforce rush about trying to help the man Donny stands transfixed and spellbound by the sight.It brings back to him the memories of his mother's retribution for misbehaviour, where she would hold his hands and arms above the open flame of the kitchen hob. This triggers his psychosis, flames cleanse the sins of man... and woman.Kohler played admirably well by Dan Grimaldi - who is very good at making this psychopathic killer appear as normal - then sets out on his mission of cleansing his town. The most chilling part of this film isn't the killing or the portrayal of Kohler, but the killing room. Kohler covers the walls, floor and ceiling in sheet metal and adds a meat hook in the centre of the room, from which to hang his prey. It's the idea that he's thought this through to this extent so as not to burn down his house that makes it a very creepy and chilling issue and adds a deep psychological darkness to the character. However, there are issues with the story, especially in correspondence with Kohler's character. There are some scenes that don't quite gel with his personality. And some of the directing could have been better. The scene when Kohler goes out with his friend and ends up attacking his date is well thought out story-wise; however, it could have been acted and directed much better There is a few scene's like this.The director, Joseph Ellison, who co-scripted the story with writer Joe Masefield and Ellen Hammill, does create a good film with a variable pace and flow, which helps to create atmosphere and keep the viewers interested. However, I feel he could have done more to bring it above average.The acting is okay though nobody shines through or dominates the film. This is a shame because I think if Dan Grimaldi was a little stronger in his craft it would have made the film a hell of a lot scarier,Overall, the film suffers from averageness, though it is worth at least one watch. This is a film I would love to see remade, though adding a stronger cast and director, as I believe the story could make a classic film. I would gladly recommend the film to anybody who likes darker psychological thrillers and isn't too distressed by graphic and gory scenes. This left a chill in my bones and I will be watching the film again.

Scott LeBrun Donny Kohler (Dan Grimaldi) is a disturbed young man plagued by memories of his mother (Ruth Dardick). It seems that Mrs. Kohler was convinced that the only way to rid her son of sin was to burn it out of him, by holding his arms over an open flame on the stove. The old lady kicks the bucket, and this sends Donny completely over the edge. He begins to stalk various unfortunate young women, and slaughter them inside the family home. Here Donny has built a special room where victims are stripped naked, doused with gasoline, and set ablaze by the flamethrower that Donny just happens to have."Don't Go in the House" is about on a par with William Lustigs' "Maniac", in its portrayal of an unbalanced person with vivid memories of child abuse, and who has turned to murder as an adult. It's great trash, but is also definitely disturbing. Donny is not 100% unsympathetic, as he tries to repress his urges; he accepts the overtures of friendship from co-worker Bobby Tuttle (Robert Osth) and turns to his priest (Ralph D. Bowman) for help. The entire portion of the movie wherein Donny selects his first victim (Johanna Brushay) and proceeds to immolate her is pretty damn creepy. There is good atmosphere, a notable primary location (with strong echoes of "Psycho"), and an appreciable low budget, independent, gritty feel to everything. Richard Einhorns' music is excellent; two people on the crew who went on to bigger things are editor Jane Kurson and cinematographer Oliver Wood. The makeup effects by Tom Brumberger (who also has a small role) are adequate. And the nightmare sequence halfway through is a good one.The acting is passable from most of the cast. Grimaldi, the only cast member who had a pretty good career after this (including a part on 'The Sopranos' years later), is the main reason to watch. He truly gives it his all.In conclusion, it must be said that no review of this movie would be complete without mentioning that awesome disco soundtrack. You'll have that "Boogie Lightning" song in your head long after the movie is over.Eight out of 10.

Darkweasel Donald Kohler is having one of those days. First he sees one of his workmates seriously burned by an exploding aerosol can in an incinerator, then his boss calls him a faggot for standing there and not helping, and then he gets home to find his mother dead. Unlucky.Donald is far from downhearted though. After crying for a while, he starts hearing voices. Voices which tell him he can do things he wasn't able to before. He can stay up late, he can play his music loud, he can turn his basement into a fireproof death chamber and burn girls alive with a flamethrower. You know? Guy stuff.One of many '80s horror films with the word "Don't" in the title, DGITH looks at things from the loony's point of view, even making you feel a little sorry for Donald when you see what a vile old harridan his mother was. Of course, when he's onto horribly burning his third victim alive, your sympathy towards him does tend to wobble a bit.Nowhere near as shocking as it would want you to believe, DGITH is actually a very sombre, low key affair with a pretty good central performance from Dan Grimaldi (Patsy Parisi from The Sopranos), and a surprisingly effective first death scene. Although Psycho is a massive influence, it also looks as if in turn, DGITH managed to influence William Lustig's Maniac (also set in New York), most notably during the dream/paranoia sequences. A lot better than I expected. 6/10

happyendingrocks This depressing little flick may fool slasher fans because of the words "Don't Go" in the title, but ultimately what we get here is a rather subdued, nearly gore-less character study of a very sick individual with serious mommy issues. While this will certainly turn away those looking for a charnal blood-fest, I'd like to point out that there are a multitude of other options from the era which fit that niche, and while Don't Go In The House isn't a classic, the understated approach differentiates this film from the splatter smörgåsbord surrounding it and actually makes it a bit memorable as a result.Of course, there's nothing new on the table here, and the Psycho references are far too numerous to be unintentional. But the moody and morose tone is well-developed and unsettling, which is the least we can expect from a film about a man who burns naked women to death with a flamethrower.Despite its relative simplicity, the plot is a bit too convoluted for its own good, throwing in extraneous characters that distract from the core focus, and at times presenting our insane leading man as too pathetic to be frightening. But there's a lot of rather interesting subtext going on, and the movie is ambiguous enough in its motives to make the viewer do some thinking of their own. We have to decide if the voices telling our central character to kill are in his own mind, or the manifestation of some malevolent spirit latching onto a weak individual driven to madness by the death of his mother.This relationship, too, offers many facets in the brief flashback glimpses we get, and those who relish in deep character development will have an entertaining time psychoanalyzing the motivations of a man who was cruelly abused by his mother, yet so devoted to her in her declining health that her demise sets him off on a murderous mini-rampage.Scenes that would have been deemed meaningless in most horror films are fleshed out here in vivid detail, and even simple errands like buying a suit to impress some ladies out on the town become excellent scenarios in which to develop the loneliness and despair within our homicidal host. It's a testament to the quality of the performance that we almost feel sorry for the hapless lad, despite the fact that we watched him talk to the charred corpses of his victims moments before.The film also has its fair share of silliness, which does derail the morbid momentum at times, and the untested supporting actors provide a bit of unintentional laughter with their ineptitude. Dan Grimaldi seems to handle the material with grace, and his performance is much more nuanced than we normally get from B-movie psychos. Still, it's hard not to laugh when his initial excitement about his mother's passing drives him to blast an awful disco record at maximum volume and jump up and down on chair cushions like a disturbed chimpanzee (yes, I'm totally serious).To the film-makers' credit, the gruesome nature of Grimaldi's torturous implement of execution isn't used in an exploitative way. We only get one horrific glimpse at the fate that awaits the women who ignore the titular warning, but it's enough. The film's lone sadistic murder scene is uncomfortable to watch and rendered with an unflinching eye, and because the later killings are not shown in graphic detail, this sequence is given additional impact. The film-makers' not opting for a reoccurring series of grisly burnings is a wise choice, and our focus remains on the struggle for sanity and companionship that drives Grimaldi's heinous deeds. As a result, the film doesn't dehumanize its victims, or desensitize the viewer, and this scene is destined to haunt you long after you've forgotten about the rest of the film.While the idea for the climax would be more vividly essayed in Maniac this same year, there is something rather chilling about the simplicity with which it is tackled here, and the excellent and very realistic burn make-up adds immeasurably to this sensation. I won't spoil the creepy and ambiguous fade-to-black scene for you, but after the hopelessly bleak aura of the preceding 80 minutes, the film strikes a grim final chord that carries the tone of dread into the final credits, further cementing the impression that the people responsible for this movie had a different mindset than most of the low-budget film-makers who launched the splatter genre into its golden age.The entire film doesn't sustain the intensity of its best parts, and this is certainly not mandatory viewing by any means. But Don't Go In The House doesn't reach too far outside of its limitations, and the film's vision is presented in an effective and satisfying way. This is a sick one, to be sure, but impressive nonetheless.