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Three siblings/idiots inherit a vast estate from their dead granny and, because they’re on the youthful side of the life cycle, they invite their friends and throw a party. There’s a stipulation in the will that the children have to spend the first weekend after her death in the house without parental supervision. Only granddaughter Elizabeth is left an ancient heirloom because she’s definitely in line for something special and probably awful. Red-tinted POV spies on ‘em and Elizabeth gets some weird vibes but a party is a party no matter how old your friends look. Her brothers convince her the party is a fine idea but then smoky specters bring about shakily rendered digital deaths and it kinda puts a damper on things. We then skip ahead as Elizabeth seems to be the sole survivor and is getting interviewed by a game Paul Gleason as an eccentric detective. The needless time jump proves pointless and we catch up to what happened as Elizabeth explains the chain of events which lead to the death of her brothers and their friends. She also explains the family secret which places her in an important role and explains the smoke demons ruining everyone’s day. A deformed dude shows up, awkward sex is had, an elderly butler stalks around the place and Elizabeth details what happened with a startling wide-eyed lack of talent. There’s a handful of wet deaths and at least the damn thing tries to be a little more than a modern take on the “old dark house” tale but the mind does wander every so often no matter how much the film is trying. It’s better than I expected but I honestly wasn’t expecting much. A little alcohol would probably help push this over into moderately enjoyable time-waster territory. Plus, a dude gets pulled into a toilet and I guess that’s not something I see too often.
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