This starts week with the washed up writer who may have written a good autobiographical book in the past but now writes exposees of haunted hotels, graveyards etc. This is a good foundation for exploring the human condition. However, the film gets horribly lost as soon as he enters the Dolphin hotel, filling the running time with special effects and pointless, random "scares" lifted from other horror movies (e.g. It's suddenly cold, like the Shining). Exploration of the psychological impacts of the loss of his child is hopelessly shallow and clumsily handled. To see how it's done, watch Don't Look Now instead. Such a shame that this dumb movie seems to have signed Cusack's dismissal letter from film making.
