The housewife and aspirant photographer Deborah Martin is strangely attracted to a house and convinces her husband Jim to buy it. They move from Seattle with their son Ian and Deborah takes a photo of a mirror in the bathroom. She soon discovers that her neighbor is snooping on her family and a stranger is stalking her. She researches the house history and finds that it belonged to a painter who might have killed his wife. Written by
Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
After Deborah takes a picture directly into the bathroom mirror, then falls backwards into the tub, she looks at the resulting shot and it shows her in mid-fall with the camera clearly pointed at the ceiling. Even if the mirror has magical or mystic powers, the digital camera would have reproduced the image presented to the lens, not the point of view of the mirror. See more »
You promised to give this one a chance.
I'm not promising you nothing.
Come on Deb. fourteen houses so far, this cannot last forever.
I just know what I like. Just because you don't mind living in a piece of shit...
I don't want to live in a piece of shit.
Well, thanks to mommy you won't have to.
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This third-rate rip-off of The Shining (and about two dozen other horror thrillers) trucks out every conceivable cliché one can imagine. As far as the story about insufferable yuppies moving into a house in which strange goings-on are going on, we've seen this all before...and done much better than this derivative turkey. Too bad. This is actually an interesting premise but it's all handled so poorly with little imagination or originality. The characters are so cardboard and annoying- especially the I'm-too-sexy-for-myself neighbor- one almost hopes they get clocked! Just when we think the film is about to partially redeem itself with a satisfying conclusion, it's a let-down. Don't waste your time.
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