Currently making the festival rounds, My Amityville Horror is freaking people out long after we thought we had the tale of the Lutz family properly and finally debunked.
It was the publication of Jay Anson’s book in 1977 that prompted worldwide interest in the Dutch Colonial house in Long Island with the flies, the smells, the levitating beds and that pig with the glowing eyes.
The Lutzes claimed to have fled the property after less than a month, but thirty-eight skeptical years later, most had decided that the only real horror to emerge from Amityville was a crummy James Brolin film and a bunch of useless sequels and remakes.
Eric Walter’s doc offers by all accounts a much murkier view, thanks to its main participant—troubled family member Daniel Lutz, now a 46 year-old UPS driver in Queens, New York, and a man who told the film’s executive producer, “I've been spiritually and emotionally abused by spirits.”
Lutz’s testimony and what he has to say about his ex-marine stepfather, George, has reignited the buzz around the long-disputed horrors at Amityville, notably capturing the interest of people who are generally happier to dismiss this kind of thing.
In an interview with IndieWire (they describe the film as “intensely creepy”), director Walter said, “The struggle to comprehend, remember and make sense of something unexplainable to a public already mired in decades of misinformation certainly is not the easiest of prospects... Beneath all of his anger, Daniel Lutz is a victim and I think the film resonates with this theme.”