Suffered through the first twenty minutes with my mom, came to the mutual conclusion that nothing was getting any better, and quit it to do something actually entertaining instead.

Like hoodie-horror Eden Lake before it, Cherry Tree Lane attempts to scare the viewer by tapping into their innate fear of the yob generation, depicting a law-abiding, middle-class, suburban couple at the mercy of a vicious gang of 'yoofs' (before the tables are eventually turned for a brief but satisfying slice of retribution).Writer/director Paul Andrew Williams handles the material confidently enough (certainly better than the dreadful black comedy of his previous film The Cottage) and commands solid performances from his cast, young and old, but while I cannot deny that the film packs a powerful emotional wallop, largely thanks to its unsettling sense of realism, I do feel that the extremely thin plot isn't quite strong enough to sustain an entire feature film. Even at a scant 74 minutes (according to my DVD), there's a fair amount of padding; the movie would have been more successful had Williams added a bit more 'meat' to his narrative, or if the whole thing had just been a bit shorter.

This is a stupidly, awful, tedious film ultimately trying to unmask the inner workings of a mind of a crackhead. Can you see the problem here it is brainless. If anybody can make films, then with this film anybody has.Why didn't they kill the father and mother to begin with effectively ending the pointless film at the start. Only as attackers to wait in their home and talking to them the entire film? Why would you give the victim a drink? Who brings a little kid into the house that is being attacked despite the bulls..t plot? Why if after raping the wrinkled mother are you going to call your girlfriend round to that same house, without killing the victim? Why did we need the endless dialogue from idiots, who are stupid to think? Telling their victims more and more details about themselves only to be identified later. Why was their reasoning with telling them that they would be let free because it was only their son they had any beef? Who can't break through gaff-tape with their nails? Why would you need an ashtray at the home your attacking? So many times said don't look at my face victim, you doughnut he watched you enter, attack him. Not wearing a mask, of course he seen your stupid face 100 times, he could close his eyes and still see your face.That above list goes on and on almost never ending in its stupidity. If this film is classed as suspense then undoubtedly you are a moron who likes a lesson in boredom and retardism. Right after the film I flicked on the news to watch the headlines former Mircosoft executive plans a trillion dollar industry of importing cannabis into the United States via the president of Mexico and legally distributing his product to net a cool trillion. He had red-eye and was stoned it really is no wonder he got the sack. This film was complete bullsh.. Acting was awful, Plot was awful, Dailogue was awful, Camera-work any crackhead can use a mobile phone this what these kids use1 out 10. Whoever makes these films should be drawn and quartered. Did this film promote awareness, don't trust youths you don't know banging on your door, Gad that is just so clever

"Ultimate Urban Horror" - only one thing in this tag line is correct - "urban" as it all happens in a city. Chery Tree LAne is one of the worst, pointless, slow moving films I have ever seen! Absolutely no suspense, no tension, no ... nothing! There is nothing you'd expect from a good thriller (not to mention a horror). After 30 minutes you feel like shouting at the thugs "Come on, guys, do something". It is like a 5 minutes worth of script (not very original script at that) made into 75 minutes worth of film by pointless and boring camera action and close ups. The baddies are as threatening as toothless pensioner on her way to a Bingo - she can hit you with her purse, but will ultimately do no damage. If you have 75 minutes to spare, have nothing better to do and you think watching this film might be a good idea, then ... don't! Just don't. You'd probably have more fun sliding down a banister made of razorblades into a pool of acid - which would be a preferred option to dying of boredom watching this piece of ... 'art'.