1)Review from Search My Trash:
For 10 years, the Jones-house has been empty, but now three teens break in to dress it up as a location for a party. All three are brutally killed, and their bodies are hidden - and since this party was supposed to be an illegal rave, nobdy has any idea where these kids have gotten to.
Maybe I should have told you before, but there is a catch concerning the Jones-house - young Derek Jones is still roaming the property. Now that wouldn't be too bad, hadn't he been brought up by his dad in the belief that it was his duty to kill all the tresspassers onto the family property. Dad killed 3 policemen fulfilling this duty and ultiately got killed himself, but little Derek has been in hiding ever since, watching the Jones property like a hawk.
Since it has been 10 years that daddy got killed and young Derek has gone into hiding, it's no surprise that the property has been sold eventually, and now the new buyers arrive to work on the house - ony to split up, find the dead teens by and by, and to be brutally murdered by Derek.
Looking for all the missing persons, the local Sheriff (John Birmingham) got a tip that they might be at the Jones-house, so he pays a visit to the place along with his wife, several relatives of whom are among the missing. Sheriff and wife do find out what has happened to those reported missing, but the killer is still on the loose, and ... ouch!
A film that takes a trip down memory lane, as it looks and feels exacty like one of these obscure drive-in- or grindhouse flicks from the 1970's - there's everything there from the washed-out colours to the choppy editing (back in the days usually done by the exhibitors to repair broken films) to the crude gore effects to the inconsistencies in sound coupled with an interesting musical score, only that everything is done intentionally here. Add to this a healthy disregard for the slasher formula (even though technically this film is a slasher flick) and you have got a perfect hommage to these films of old, quite simply a fun piece of nostalgia ...
2)This review by S.C.Carr of Shroud Magazine at www.shroudmagazine.com
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Make no mistake about it—Family Property is rough. Balls out, in yer face, punch in the gut rough. The editing is chopp...y. The haunting score and awesome soundtrack are punctuated with tape hiss, microphone pops, generator hum, indeterminate rattles and crashes. The camera shakes. The film is sometimes overexposed, sometimes under—always grainy. Short staccato segments of hurried action give way without warning to long, beautiful (and creepy) sequences of rural desolation—the titular family property is as much a character in the film as the killers and the victims … Dialog is cut off abruptly, often in mid-sentence, to give way to scene changes.
And this is what gives the movie its unnerving character—and makes it work. The gore is over-the-top, the violence is pushed to "eleven," and Lloyd Kaufman’s surprise performance is at once understated and riveting.
Director Derek Young’s vision—while neophyte, is without a doubt his own. In true grindhouse style, the plot is simple and over-the-top: a raving hillbilly lunatic murders anyone and everyone who even so much as sets foot on his family property. And that, really, is all you need to know.
More than anything else, Family Property captures that unsettling, incestuous cesspool feeling of its predecessors: films like The Hills Have Eyes, Last House on the Left, and 2001 Maniacs. Fans of hillbilly horror and DIY film—not to mention, the ever-growing Troma franchise (yes, Family Property is set firmly within the Troma universe)—should certainly check it out. www.familyproperty.weebly.com
. — S. C. Carr