The town of Edendale is a small neighborhood in Los Angeles built on what was once a film studio by the name of Mixville. The place was the personal studios of the film industry’s first cowboy star Tom Mix. Following his tragic death in a car accident in the forties, Mix slipped into obscurity and now the only claim to fame he has is the gully he crashed into being named The Tom Mix Wash. Into the area move Kevin and his girlfriend Rachel (getting lucky when their friends seemed to abandon the house to do missionary work) escaping unhappiness on the East Coast with plans of chasing that Hollywood dream through the great American screenplay. Instead they find something else completely when it seems a force outside the realm of the natural world has taken possession of Kevin. Rachel sees apparitions hanging around the house but Rachel has a history of seeing things so could it be that it’s all in her head? What do you think. Rachel returns from a modeling gig in Boston to find Kevin a different man, seemingly fully gone native with his healthy living and lack of unique personality. All their neighbors are in the industry and maybe hiding something sinister. A missing neighbor and a bullshit cover story gets Rachel digging into shit as her world and sanity spiral out into troubled waters and Kevin becomes harder and harder to get along with. Working like Rosemary’s Baby without the budget, the baby or an expert cast and crew, Edendale weaves the angle into a Hollywood ghost story and banks on a interesting yarn holding your attention and allowing you to overlook its limitations. The cast may not be strong but they’re dedicated and Paula Ficara is affable enough to garner some sympathy as everything goes to hell and the past plays its hand in the present. Silly ghosts don’t help elicit any scares but it is oddly intriguing and works fine considering it’s obviously threadbare production.
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