Another pair of brothers join the growing pantheon of directors who have mastered the jump scare but have no skill at all with any other element of the film-making art. As a result, there are some solidly spooky spots here and there, but they’re robbed of most of their impact by irrelevance to the plot, repetitive boredom, poor pacing, or a combination of all three. And honestly, there’s only so many times you can pull the “is it real or is it just imagination?” gag on the audience before interest starts to wane. I could have put up with all that – I’m getting used to it by now – if not for the prosaic heart of the mystery behind the ghosts in this haunted farmhouse. I won’t ruin the ending for those of you who want to see it, but the true nature of the terrible apparitions turns out to be a bit of a disappointment. Oh, and once again a Netflix description leaves me wondering if the paragraph’s author ever saw the movie. Mildly amusing
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