A woman is imprisoned in her labyrinthine castle after she's accused of murdering her family in this Venezuelan mystery. I easily guessed the twist in this film, but I still managed to enjoy it. The candle-lit house is nicely art-directed, with its peeling paint, Escher-like stairs, and stony basement. But the movie is marred by unconvincing wigs and makeup, excessive jump scares, needlessly locked doors, and a sentimental ending. The House At The End Of Time is more familial drama than horror film, but I probably wouldn't stop you from watching it.
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