DON’T GO IN THE HOUSE (1980)

One of the wonderful things about Netflix is that you can rent a movie like Don’t Go in the House and, although technically you paid for it, you can still sort of convince yourself that you didn’t waste any money on it.

Time is another thing. The time, yes, is gone - gone forever. Can’t get it back. Eighty-two minutes that could have otherwise been spent making figurines out of dog shit.

One Comment on “DON’T GO IN THE HOUSE (1980)”

  1. giselle Says:
    January 12th, 2009 at 2:39 pm

    Okay….but, really, which was worst? “Don’t Go in the House” or that spoken-word band with the girl who’d hit a bell every few minutes, who opened for Belle and Sebastian in London?!?!?!

    I still want “Don’t!” to be made!!! Please talk to Robert and Quentin and make it happen. thank you.

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