Ok, so Ghosthouse (or La Casa 3 meaning Evil Dead 3 as it is known in the Italian cult market) is hardley the best movie ever made, but director Umberto Lenzi knows exactly how to shock the audience when it comes to down-right scares and creepy set-visuals. The film starts with a twisted scene involving a double murder in a creepy 19th-century house on the end of a strangely dorment Neighbourhood. After this eye-popping scene, we cut straight to the chase, and the movie introduces us to the cast set for the chopping block- the herotic stud, the stroppy girlfriend, the pretty goth with the moterbike, the geeky boyfriend, and of course the guy who we expect to live but actually dies FIRST. Here is a lame attempt at trying to explain a brief storyline without ruining the whole simple complexity of the movie... A young girl with a creepy clown doll is locked in a cellar for comitting a terrible sin by her father, however she gets the ultimate revenge on her cruel parents by summoning her wicked toy to murder them in the most gruesome way...20 years later, a young radio hammer and his girlfriend pick up creepy signals on the radio evolving around a twisted hymn and cries for help. Following the signal, the couple end up at the house where the grisly murders occured years before. Soon afterwards, the two people meet up with a group of campers who are exploring the local area. Together, the group decides the explore the house, but they end up getting slit up...thats when the fun REALLY begins...lame attempt finished!!!!
Ghosthouse really is a trashy movie- horrible acting, over-the-top gore scenes, charracters waiting to be picked off, less-than-amazing special effects, yet at the same time, it is all these aspects which make it such an important movie. It takes pleasure in ripping off just about every other haunted house flick- Poltergeist, House By The Cemetary, The House on Hauted Hill- they're all here, and mixed with a sense of humour (as you'll see) but the really amazing thing about Ghosthouse is that it supasses most every other horror film of its genere- not to mention being unspeakably scary in places- exploding lightbulbs, creepy chidren, evil clown doll, loose axe-murderer, decapitated head in washing machine, blood spurting taps, sinister easter bunny decorations, ghostly dog apparitions, acidic floorboards, detonating mirrors, cat-in-the clost monsters, eerie televisions, deaths round every corner and of course the horrifying nursery rhyme that accompanies much of the scares- a real chilling addition to the whole bloody movie. I dont know about you, but all the things mentioned above mixed together in one movie, in THIS movie is enough to send chills down the back of the most hardcore horror buff. I have some advice- if you are a harsh horror critic, capable of tearing down the trashy for the outright glam of todays hollywood nonsense being spured out, then dont watch Ghosthouse-you will be dissapointed. If you want pure horror with a mix of crude humour, then Ghosthouse is a must.