Smart money says that if one believes their apartment is haunted, the best way to gather evidence is to record a video blog and let your subscribers work along with you to capture the proof needed to calm the nagging notion in the back of your mind that you just may be insane. The hilariously named Genesis Brady is the renter with a suspicion that the supernatural has begun to encroach on her life. Moving doors and poltergeist activity has immediately started up after Genesis had an argument with her mom and a falling out with her friend. Said friend is now harassing her on social media and creeping around her neighborhood. Genesis lets it slip that Blythe has always been into witchcraft and even dragged her along to a séance. Quick cuts catch us up on all the backstory, it’s the two minute mark and we have our protagonists issue presented, a likely suspect to the unfortunate circumstance and the mention of a male friend who is trying to help calm her down. That’s got to be some kind of record of getting to the fucking point… especially in a found footage flick. Blythe apologizes via text and leaves the cryptic message that she wishes she could stop what’s been set in motion but it’s impossible. We haven’t hit three minutes yet. Knocking, phantom voices and dropped temperatures begin to annoy and Genesis contacts a paranormal researcher to help her out with the situation. Dan starts acting weird and bad luck accompanies the paranormal activity. Recordings capture the lamest child ghost clip I’ve seen outside of YouTube and Genesis takes it shockingly well and just decides to fend for herself before the paranormal investigator can help out. Further poor choices are made and the depth of awfulness proves to be far more vast than one motor-mouthed redhead could be expected to deal with. An ability to communicate through knocking answers some questions but also raises a couple more and the investigator warns her that she has a parasite on her hands and she needs to stop communicating immediately. She also doesn’t offer much of anything close to a helpful solution. Elizabeth Chamberlain is fucking delightful if not completely believable but I don’t think anyone was expecting award-winning performances. A shaky performance is forgotten thanks to just how charming she is, presenting a young woman who sprinkles a ridiculous situation with enough bits of reality-based humanity to make the less-likely actions easy to shrug off. So, there’s not much to the haunting aspect for a big chunk of time (it takes the “tell, not show” angle) but luckily all of that time is spent with a protagonist that I fell completely in love with. Your enjoyment is completely dependent on your tolerance for no-budget hutzpah, so plan accordingly.
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