A witch’s curse directly correlates with a string of murders being carried out by a young woman dressed as a teddy bear. You still with me? Perfect. A disgusting opening features an abusive man puking, shitting and bleeding out after having his whiskey poisoned. It goes on forever and had me ready to call it about five minutes in but I’m a glutton for punishment and I said to myself “Can it get worse?”. Of course it can. After the title card lands we visit a strip club that you can smell from the comfort of home and join our hero, paranormal investigator David, as he looks at a picture of his child with the convincing sadness of a man you’d find dealing with domestic woes by going to a strip club where the seats come with complimentary VD. He talks ghost hunting with his Irish friend and how he’s done with it because it’s leading to nothing. They head out to a Texas town for one last gig because a frustrated sheriff is pleading for help and team up with a local ghost hunting team comprised of complete idiots. I think it’s going for comedy with its string of awful humans and stupidity but instead it’s mostly irritating. It could also be that the crew behind it thought they were being edgy or something. It just comes off like a slasher film with a silly hook written by a teenager who never got enough attention. So… completely grating. Boring boobs are still boobs and the backyard splatter offers a bit of relief but the characters are uninteresting, the actors are uninterested and everything else is dog shit and should be discarded as such.
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