There have been movies in the past that have the premise of someone killed in a house and the body is not found then single mothers and their daughters have the urge to move next door to it. The latest one is The House at the End of the Street that stars Elisabeth Shue and Jennifer Lawrence.
Sarah, played by Shue, and her daughter Elissa (Lawrence) move to a new town and find out that they are living next door to a house where young girl Carrie Anne (Eva Link) killed her parents. Carrie Anne has never been found and some town folks say she drowned. There are others who say that she is still out in the woods.
Elissa meets Carrie Anne’s brother Ryan (Max Thieriot), a sweet but sad guy. There’s a mysterious aura surrounding Ryan. Elissa finds out that he keeps his mentally ill sister in the basement where he keeps her in check through drugs.
Everything seems normal until Carrie Anne escapes and starts messing up the whole town. House at the End of the Street is rated PG-13 for intense scenes of violence and terror, thematic elements, language, brief drug use and teen partying. This is a lie because there is nothing intense in the whole movie.
House at the End of the Street is just trying to milk Lawrence’s Hunger Games fame. It is a generic, gutless horror movie that is tedious to watch. It’s too bad because Lawrence is definitely built for the role. She also has the talent that can make her this generation’s Sigourney Weaver or even Jamie Lee Curtis, who is an unsuspecting girl that turns into a badass and kick monsters’ asses. But in the end, we get Lawrence running around in a tight white tank top who makes stupid mistake after another.