When I went back and saw it was PG-13 I think I realized this was basically a YA "horror" movie that rolled out Donald Southerland and dropped Stephen King's name to great effect in getting this 40something to sit through this. When the credits rolled I was confused by several aspects and not in the Kevin Spacey loses the limp at the end of the movie amusingly enjoyably confused or surprised. That was it? Low body count. Creepy aspects, yes, but this is closer to modern suspense with a small commentary o modern society/screens/devices thrown in. It's watchable, but there is little to really sink your teeth into. Donald Southerland could read the phone book and i would have given it a 4, so my 5 for the flick isn't great. Try Joe Hill's The Black Phone instead.
Review of Mr. Harrigan's Phone
