Unfortunately, Jennifer Lawrence cannot save a bad film. She can make a mediocre film better and can make a good film amazing. But if a film is bad, no matter how good she is in it, it just doesn’t happen.
So, Elissa (Jennifer Lawrence) and her mother Sarah (Elisabeth Shue) move to a new town, into a house that looks through a patch of forest to The House at the End of the Street – a house where the parents were found dead, but the son STILL LIVES THERE – what a creep! Well, that’s what the townsfolk think, and they are happy to ostracise him and let their children beat him up, because he deserves it. Elissa knows better and befriends him, but should she pay attention to the small-minded small-town folks rather than thinking she is better than everyone? Oooh, who actually cares?
Lawrence does a great job of fear and running scared and battling and stuff, and even gets to wear a Die Hard-style filthy white singlet, but essentially I couldn’t care less. Don’t watch it. It is really terribly awful.