Just a heads up, your low-budget paranormal revenge flick should not be more than two hours long. It’s should barely be seventy minutes in all honesty and judging by the initial five minutes having about ten seconds of necessary footage, I’m not looking forward to what’s in store. An opening stretch of a whole lotta nothing introduces plenty of characters already deep in their own stories we know nothing about but instead of building a personality around them, we just get mumbles and everyday activity that builds no sympathy for these people. One character stares off into space while his sister goes to the bathroom and we get to see this. The staring not the urinating. Eventually, they reveal what has set up whatever this film is going to call action. Years ago, while on vacation, a group of friends caused a fatal accident and instead of going to the authorities, they decided to dump the body on the side of the road and go on with their lives. This action is now coming back to bite them on the ass. They reunite at a club more pathetic than anything this side of a late-era Jess Franco flick. I think the musical act is a drag queen performing as broke Nicki Minaj on heroin. That will be the most exciting thing to happen in the first thirty minutes. They are told to leave when one of them begins acting strange after thinking he’s seen the boy they murdered. Eventually something supernatural begins to show itself and stalk the group of minimally likable idiots. Simple enough story just stretched into an unrelenting hellscape of nothing and repetitiveness. The entity balancing the scales is pretty cool, would have been nice if it made into a film that knew how to edit down shit. There’s a few effective bits of spookiness and the gay couple working as the film’s protagonists (not at the scene of the crime but just as guilty thanks to being forced to cover it up) are likable enough (hooray for no eye-rolling stereotypes and a healthy relationship) but, just like the skeletal boogeywoman (and the less impressive child ghost) hunting them down, deserved a tighter horror flick to occupy. There’s just way too much wasted space and it’s hard not to notice all that nothingness.
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