A family relocates from the city to a dilapidated house in the country that was once a grand estate. As they begin renovations, they discover their new home harbors a secret and may not be completely free of its former inhabitant.
Wanting to escape city life for the countryside, New Yorkers Cooper Tilson (Quaid), his wife Leah (Stone) and their two children move into a dilapidated old mansion still filled with the possessions of the previous family. Turning it into their dream house soon becomes a living nightmare when the previous owner (Dorff) shows up, and a series of terrifying incidents lead them on a spine-tingling search for clues to the estate's dark and lurid past... Written by
Cold Creek Manor is just a collection of sad, tired "thriller" clichés. I know it's a bad sign when I'm rooting for the victims to die. Characters say and do things for no reason, apparently, other than the writer wanted to make the movie last just a little bit longer. Rest assured that if a course of action makes no sense or is just a bad idea in general the story will follow it.
As if that weren't bad enough, the characters are all cardboard cut-outs without any depth. Seemingly all the women in this movie are, in the words of Mr. Massie "cheatin' whores." Small town America is once again Hollywoodized into too-close-for-comfort chumminess on the one side and we don't take kindly to strangers xenophobia on the other. Once again the movies tries to impart to us the dangers of moving to the country. Although Quaid's mild-mannered, pushover character works for the most part.
Finally, the sound editing leaves a lot to be desired, lines are muttered requiring the use of subtitles to understand some parts. And the music that is supposed to evoke a sense of suspense just comes across as annoying.
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