I enjoyed "My Soul to Take" as the last major work by a filmmaking legend. The primarily young cast (led by yummy Max Thierot) did an incredible job of working around the classic tale of the small town killer that haunts the citizens. There is much to be said for style here, from the photography to the direction, but all in all I felt this was a great horror flick that touched all the right places for a final film.
Possible alternate titles: "Wes Craven's Nightmare in the Last House Under the Stairs on Scream Street" or "Wes Craven's Batshit Crazy". Is it kind of genius to see how many of your own films you can rip off in 100 minutes? There's a fine line between kind of genius and complete dreck...maybe err on the side of dreck?