The plot centers around a guy - who sorta looks like a terminally ill Ethan Hawke - who moves into some suburban house that is supposedly haunted. The whole thing with a book writing project, news paper clippings, blah blah blah... His girlfriend gets freaked out and splits. He's got a buddy who looks like Chris Cornell who pops up here and there for no reason...
The rest of the film consists primarily of those tedious, slow moving "tension building" scenes of homeboy walking around the house with a flashlight, calling out to "spirits", cabinet doors opening on their own, teddy bears and other toys moving around, including one of the oddest looking wind-up toys I have ever seen... I'll just leave it at that... Plus, they also include the hackneyed "crazy lady who has experience with ghosts and provides usual information" character in a scene that goes on WAY too long.
Oh, and the ghost in the movie actually wears a sheet. Literally... a fucking bed sheet. Like fucking Charlie Brown on Halloween. Clever!
There's really nothing more to say about this one. It's one of the most conventional supernatural horror flicks I have ever seen. Even if you LOVE this type of thing, you'll be bored to tears by this, I guarantee it. And if you're not, you're an easily impressed dullard with a broken brain. Avoid this movie!
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