Last House on the Left (1972), is my all-time favorite movie. It is actually hard to explain, as many people do not understand why. In some respects, I do not understand either. There’s something about it, though. Perhaps it is the innocence of the “love-generation” being defiled and destroyed; not by someone in a far off place, or some demonic entity, but from people that are in our own midst. I do believe that is what the filmmakers were saying, like, “Hey, wake up from your dream, this shit really happens in today’s world”. Maybe it is a sad, brutal, satirical commentary on the changing world of the 1970s. Perhaps, it is just the music, which lulls you into a sense of security with the few upbeat, giddy tracks, then rips it to shreds in the next breath. Maybe I read too much into things, but this, to me, is what movies are all about, and those are the movies that are usually more successful, if not at the time, then later as it becomes a cult classic. I suppose it is all of these factors, mixed with the social climate of the era, the use of brutal violence to make a statement, and about making the viewer just uncomfortable enough to believe what we are seeing on screen can happen (and it does). This is why Last House on the Left is my favorite movie, and why I believe it has become so successful among later generations that discover it. With time, it becomes apparent that some individuals of that era, and still today, could not look past the celluloid images and see the film for what it is. The message behind it. It is a gritty, brilliant piece of filmmaking that people should respect, understand, and that Wes Craven probably did not know would be what many people consider a major highlight of his career.