House At The End Of The Street has wafer-thin plotting, sketchily-drawn characters and a tendency to inadvertently veer closely towards parody, making this a largely tedious and drawn-out watch. The film's two saving graces are the big plot twist that sets up the third act (which, whilst neither entirely unexpected nor original, does work) and a nicely-drawn performance by Max Thieriot. Apart from a handful of jumpy moments created by loud stings with lunges into frame, there is a notable lack of tension throughout, largely owing the very obvious set-ups and Idiot Plot running riot. If it weren't for the marquee value of Jennifer Lawrence, this very weak film would struggle to crawl onto DVD, let alone cinema screens.
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