Rarely do horror films bring me to tears. I will cringe, maybe, and definitely scream, but never cry. This has got to be a first, but “The Last House on the Leftâ€Â is just too raw and intense not to elicit such strong emotion.

Imagine getting your heart hacked out of your chest and stuffed into a heart-shaped box of chocolates. This is exactly what serial killer Harry Warden does to his victims in the slasher flick “My Bloody Valentine.â€Â