The Last House on the Left (1972)

A tough, bitter little sleeper of a movie that's about four times as good as you'd expect.

Wes Craven's The Last House On The Left occasionally plays like the longest, grisliest drug-scare film ever made.

This sub-$100,000 exploitation movie fused the sleazy intensity of the grindhouse with the piercing intelligence of an art film, and remains a brutal but rewarding experience.

It’s the ultimate Vietnam allegory, except there’s no room for peace here, just war.

An ugly, disturbing, passionately conceived cult favorite, Last House on the Left is much more complex (albeit crudely made) than its controversial reputation would suggest.