A meek 'mamma's boy' completely snaps after the death of the overbearing hag and starts luring women back to his house and torching them with a flamethrower in a fire-proof room he has constructed. He starts hoarding the charred up broads, along with his mother's corpse while desperately trying to find more young women to add to his gruesome collection. While this is going on, one of his good-intentioned co-workers senses something is a bit 'off' about the guy and attempts to pull him out of his antisocial rut by developing more of a closer friendship with him...
Not a lot of straight-up gore in this one - but you DO get a few scenes of naked babes going up in flames, courtesy of our tweaked out 'hero' and a few other fairly memorable parts. Like a little mishap in a disco (also fire-related...). The overall 'essence' of the movie is pretty mean and twisted so I guess that's where most of my appreciation for it stems. It's not the most well known film of it's kind or the best, but "Don't Go in the House" is definitely one to grab up if you're into 'trashy' slasher flicks.
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