Thanks to the runaway success of "The Hunger Games" and her Oscar nomination for "Winter's Bone," Jennifer Lawrence is one of the top stars of her generation and should theoretically have her pick of projects. So what could be so bad about a new Jennifer Lawrence movie that its distributor opts to keep it away from critics and release it with minimal ad support? Please, allow "House at the End of the Street" to answer that question.
Directed by Mark Tonderai from a script by David Loucka based on a story by Jonathan Mostow, the film stars Lawrence as a young woman who has moved with her mother (Elisabeth Shue) to a secluded, wooded small town. Their new home is a bargain because of its proximity to the site of a grisly double murder in which a young girl killed her parents and then disappeared.
Lawrence's Elissa soon befriends the only remaining member of the family, a brooding, bestubbled young man (Max Thieriot) now, bizarrely, living alone in the crime-scene house.
For much of its running time, the film is more teen melodrama than horror-suspense flick, with huge swaths of time given to moping about boys and the difficulty of fitting into a new environment. Its final act features the requisite surprise twists that raise more questions than could possibly be answered, leaving behind any pretense at plausibility.