This film's greatest asset is its carefree, quirky comedy - provided by Katt and Wendt. Unfortunately, the film can't accompany that with being nearly as scary as it wants to be and as it claims to be. Helmed by Steve Miner, House has a vivid exterior, but don't expect very ambitious direction or clever writing. Ethan Wiley relies on stereotypical, Freudian explanations and thematizations and can't bring this dull movie out of the shadow of A Nightmare on Elm Street and other genre frats. In the end, the most interesting here is William Katt's delicious upper body.