For around 25 minutes, I thought, "Hm. This is not so bad considering its troubled road to release. I loved Sarah Snook in Predestination, and it is nice to see another performance by her. She has an elegant and relaxed screen presence and seems to be imbuing this material with a bit of authenticity and soul. And the isolated, decrepit Louisiana house is a creepy enough, if supremely clichéd place to stage a ghost story." But then it never goes anywhere particularly interesting. And then it spectacularly implodes at the climax, playing as an imbecilic and very low-rent photocopy of The Skeleton Key. The twist-with-a-capital-t is presented in the most trite and unsatisfying way imaginable.

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