LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT: Stab Your Way To Fortune

“I don’t know if you’re familiar with CREEM at all,” I begin to tell film producer Sean Cunningham in his spacious office in a sleazy building off Times Square. “It sounds awful,” says Cunningham.

Maybe, pal, but it ain’t nearly as awful as Last House On the Left, Cunningham’s Grade D gross-out, a staba-thon filmed in bloody hack-a-rama. I’ve seen it twice, and at one point I was convinced it was one of the greatest movies every made. Now I’m not so sure, though it’s certainly one of the most truly frightening movies of its ilk to come around in years.