Don't get me wrong, I don't feel particularly good about referring to the final chapter in S. F. Brownrigg's Texas Quadrilogy as lousy, but I've been watching B-cinema for a long, long time, so I know lousy when I see it. With that said, there is something about this one that draws you in. Something like a captivatingly somber score, mixed with some incredible rural scenery. The dialog is more of an after thought. Or probably not even a thought at all. Camilla Carr stars as Leslie Fontaine. A woman who has let sadness and anger suck her into a world of insanity. Leslie lives in an isolated mansion with her brother, who she is in love/obsessed with. That's right, incest-horror. Anyone who enters the house ends up dead. That is pretty much it. Slow-moving, and dreary. This one will indeed take some patience. So, score and scenery. Is that seriously the only positive thing going on with The House Where Hell Froze Over? Yeah, that pretty much covers it, but at least it's got that, which is a lot more than some Z-grade atrocities have to offer. But is that enough to enjoy it? Possibly. If you have a threshold for slow-moving schlock, that you can activate at will, because you will certainly need it. Some might not approve of the current release by Substance. I think it brings out the grungy, grainy sleaziness quite nicely. If you've seen Don't Look In The Basement or Scum Of The Earth, then you know how awesome Brownrigg's films could be. This one is nowhere in the league of those, but definitely worth a look if you're a fan of his, and aren't offended by movies that pretty much revolve around incest, among other forms of insane tomfoolery.. At the very least, I would recommend The House Where Hell froze over over Brownrigg's third entry, Don't Open The Door. So, I suppose this one isn't all that bad, after all. Or at least it's not unwatchable. What the hell do I know? You'll probably hate this lousy flick, no matter what.
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