Review – Saint Ange

Though Netflix listed this as “House of Voices,” the title in the opening credits was definitely “Saint Ange.” But hey, a turd by any other name would smell just like this. Many times I’ve written about movies that are generally boring but manage a good shock or two here and there. This one doesn’t even muster that much. It’s laconic, nonsensical and very French (despite appearing to have been shot in English). Toward the end it drummed up a mess of ghost children and appeared to be trying to make some kind of point, possibly about abortion. But by then I’d lost pretty much all interest in it. See if desperate