
Lay back and enjoy being inferior. Wow, after eleven years of doing this, I don't think I've ever felt so uncomfortable watching a movie. It wasn't the typical horror suspense uncomfortable just uncomfortable watching. As uncomfortable and disturbed by all those people boycotting Netflix because of Cuties except I actually watched the movie. Other than some instances of suspense and torture, I am having trouble seeing how The Last House on the Left keeps getting classified as a horror film. I'm imagining all the ruined nights and relationships of all the naive couples that went to go watch this in the theater in 1972. I can see it being designated as a thriller, barely, but let's call a spade a spade, this is a snuff film through and through. In the first five minutes we learn that the protagonist is turning seventeen and then we see shots of her topless in the shower. Why? Granted, this is a 1970's version o...