In the suburbs of
New York a man breaks
into a large home, disables the security system, and spends 20 minutes nailing
all the windows shut and installing surveillance equipment. We never see his face. When the owners of the home return he hides
in the shadows and spies on them as they proceed with the usual humdrum marital
discourse. When the wife decides to take
a shower in preparation for sex, the husband is taken by surprise and knocked
out. Dressing up in a cheerleading
outfit following her shower (come on, marital sex gets boring and you have to
spice it up once in a while), the wife quickly discovers her bloodied husband
and is immediately knocked herself.
Chained to a radiator in her bedroom she gets her first glimpse of her
assailant, a large man clad in a creepy mask.
Who is he and why is he doing this?
Freeing herself from her rstraints she attempts to escape as the home
invader tracks her every move.
Shot in 81 minutes real time, Home Sweet Home could have been told in half that time. The opening is creepy and the final act is pretty great but the middle is padded to death. We have long sequences of the wife crawling around the house in an attempt to evade her stalker. I’m not a huge fan of home invasion movies unless there is some sort of a payoff. The yardstick by which I measure a home invasion film is between “You’re Next” (total payoff) and The Strangers (no payoff) with Home Sweet Home lying somewhere in the middle. There is no characterization and the invader’s motives remain unclear, however there are some good pipe-in-the-ass moments, just not enough. Oddly enough another film entitled Home Sweet Home was released the same month this came out. Tatty!