This is pure grindhouse / drive-in filler for the bottom half of the bill. Over its existence, it's tried out numerous lurid titles for size. The Bride was too subtle, The House That Cried Murder didn't sound enough like a better known grindhouse flick, so they tried two further alternatives: The House in Massacre Park and The Last House on Massacre Street. At this point everyone involved must have lost interest, which is a shame, because I would have liked to see a further iteration; perhaps The Last House on the Left of the Edge of Massacre Park Street?

This is not the blood soaked massacre suggested by those titles. In fact, it's a pretty unusual and quirky tale of marital revenge served very cold. It's pretty tame by horror standards, which may disappoint some, especially when the cheap exploitation aesthetic rears its head in the first scene. But despite some slow moments in the middle, I found this film to be an intriguing slow build of tension and psychological dread, and the final few scenes in the titular house are pretty dynamite. I won't give anything away, but the twist was something I never saw coming. All I'll say is it wouldn't be out of place in an early 70's version of The Twilight Zone, if such a thing ever existed.

I have to admit, I think I mentally wrote this off after about half an hour and let my interest wane. My advice is to have a bit more faith in it than I did - this is actually pretty good.