Dom na skraju parku

Oh, dear god Alfred Hitchcock. As a thriller, House on the Edge of the Park is absolutely hopeless and boring, with bad actors, an unimaginative and spasmodic screenplay, and zero visual style (oh, dear god Dario Argento). But that’s to be expected from Italian trash-maker Ruggero Deodato. What surprised me, however, is that the film really is just a thriller and there’s a minimum of blood and no sexual violence. Instead of the unpleasant feeling that I got from Deodato’s Cannibal Holocaust, I was just awfully bored. Though the deviant’s razor does explore every curve of the complete female cast, nothing ever happens. And that “surprising” final point... Oh, hell! (05.04.2003)

House on the Edge of the Park isn't a film that greatly impressed me, but I did think Deodato did a fairly good job structuring it, using plot elements to keep the viewer, at least seemingly, in suspense. However, the film is quite straightforward because you know something bad is going to happen from the beginning scene. The final twist doesn't really move the film forward and doesn't change the overall tone much. (28.06.2014)