Awful, awful, bloody, and awful. Did I mention awful? This early Wes Craven low-budget slasher flick plays to every cliche in the horror book, with a gang of escaped criminals ("dope dealers") marauding across a quiet forested neighborhood. Of course they come across two naive girls who need to be carved up, but when they encounter one of the girl's families in the titular house, the tables get turned. No matter, this movie stinks to high heaven -- never mind the idiot critics who claim it to be "art" that preys on your primal emotions. Banned in three countries on release... probably more because of its quality than its horror content.