House (1986)

“House” is a cheap horror movie with its tongue firmly planted in cheek, sure to scare a child but keep an adult laughing. William Katt, he of “The Greatest American Hero,” is a Stephen King-like novelist hell bent on writing his Vietnam memoirs. For some solitude, he chooses the house of his late aunt’s, also the home where he grew up, and years later saw his own young child disappear. Nothing will go well, and I just don’t mean the seemingly unemployed neighbor played by George Wendt, he of “Cheers.” Goblins and a massive grasshopper thingy with sharp teeth appear, the medicine cabinet isn’t a medicine cabinet, and Richard Moll – he of “Night Court” – is a dead and angry war pal returned. “House” is a dumb guilty pleasure, a nostalgic trip for those of us raised on 1980s TV and pre-CGI flicks where we jumped at the first sign of a guy in a rubber suit with claws. B