director Mark Tonderai
Jennifer Lawrence. I like her. Media loves her.
It seems like she’s been around forever almost since I first saw her in Winter’s Bone (2010). She’s a perennial at the Oscar’s already. She’s all of 24.
Up and coming actors often find themselves in less than stellar films as they are given the opportunity to headline a film. Lots make duds. It goes with the territory.
But Lawrence has hit the route to Hollywood stardom, commercial and critical success so squarely. Could she really have a dud film in her resume? Or conversely, can she elevate a piece of junk to a higher plane?
House at the End of the Street is not dire trash. It’s low-rate mediocrity of a thriller about a mom (Elizabeth Shue) and a daughter (Lawrence) moving to the isolated rural-ish ‘burbs to find that the house at the end of their street was the site of a double murder of a mom and dad by a psychotic daughter (thus pushing down the real estate market around them). And the lone survivor of that family incident, a brother, lives there. The girl was never found.
Lawrence is good. The best thing in the film. Still, she just plays a teen with a good moral compass. Nothing too interesting here.
By the end, you know “the twist” is coming. You’re just trying to guess at it. Right or wrong, it’s not too satisfying.