Don't Go In The House
Turbine Films, Inc., 1980. Screenplay
by Joseph Ellison, Ellen Hammill and Joseph
R. Masefield. Produced by Ellen Hammill.
Directed by Joseph Ellison. Starring
Dan Grimaldi, Robert Osth, Ruth
Dardick and Johanna Brushay.

     By Stephen Pytak 
     This is a classic, for people who have a sense
of humor that is.
It's kind of a cross between "Psycho (1960)" and "The Exterminator (1980).
There are two things which make it stand out.
First is Dan Grimaldi's performance. He plays "Donny Kohler," a loner with an obsession with fire.
There's nothing too special about his story. When he was a boy, his mother tortured him by holding his arms over stove flames. Years later, when he comes home from work and finds mom stiff in her chair, he decides to go bonkers. He builds a human incineration room in his basement and buys a heavy-duty welding suit and flame thrower. Then he lures beautiful girls into his house and, for whatever reason, strips them down to zero, chains them up and burns them to a crisp.
But what is kind of special is how Grimaldi plays the part. He's infuses this creep with a kind of schizoid energy that's very watchable, and laughable. When he finds mom dead, the voices in his head tell him it's O.K. now to play his disco records loud. He does. He also decides to light a smoke in the parlor, put it out in a statue and jump like a monkey on one of mom's antique chairs.
The other thing that makes this film interesting is the murder of "Kathy Jordan (Brushay)."
This is the first girl he lures in. She's a flower shop clerk who thumbs a ride off him. He bonks her on the head and the next thing you know, she's hanging up in his burn room. It's a creepy place, covered with sheets of silver reflective metal. And she's in there, hands tied to a ceiling hook, her feet bound to the floor, in her birthday suit. It's quite a sight. After we get an eyeful of her, Kohler comes in wearing his welding suit, a big, baggy tan thing with a little black rectangluar window for an eyehole. Then he douses the screaming chick with gas. It's something to watch, both erotic and terrifying. Then he picks up his flame thrower and gives her what for. It's a showstopper. I'm still wondering what they paid her to do that scene. I looked up Brushay on the Internet Movie Data Base. This was the only flick listed on her resume there. Oh well. Unless Blue Underground gets the right to re-release this film, finds Brushay and does a featurette, I guess we'll never know. Another thing I like about this flick is the burn-victim zombies. All of Kohler's victims come back to haunt him the way Joe Spinell's did at the end of "Maniac," which was released the same year.
I think the only version of "Don't Go In The House" on DVD currently is the one put out in 1998 by Digital Versatile Disc, Ltd. It's a full- frame piece of crap. So let's hope Blue Underground, Shiek Show or someone out there gets the rights and gives it a second chance at life.

Copyright 2003 by Stephen Pytak