Man, I hate to leave a review when I didn't actually finish a movie, but this one really got under my skin.
It got under my skin because with writing just a little bit sharper, it could have been something special. You got your creepy nuns. You got your hulking ghost janitor and you got your blood gushing dead husband trying to deliver messages from beyond the grave.
How could you possibly fail with all that going on?
For me, it all went sour about halfway through when I realized I didn't really like anyone in the movie.
The mom? I suppose they tried writing her as the tough, protective mama, determined to persevere in spite of bone deep grief because her daughter needs here and all that.
But the lady didn't come off that way at all. To me, she was a snotty, arrogant, petulant Karen who dismissed with a sneer every single person who tried to help her. By the midway point of the movie, every snide remark she uttered in order to assert that she was smarter than everyone else was, to me, like the sound of someone twisting Styrofoam in their hands. I hate that sound!
The daughter was petulant and whiny, too, but hey, she's a teenager, she's allowed to be the those things. Ultimately, with no one to cheer for and the plot inching forward with the gusto of a sickly slug, I decided to bail on the flick.
As the tattoo says, I have no regerts.
It got under my skin because with writing just a little bit sharper, it could have been something special. You got your creepy nuns. You got your hulking ghost janitor and you got your blood gushing dead husband trying to deliver messages from beyond the grave.
How could you possibly fail with all that going on?
For me, it all went sour about halfway through when I realized I didn't really like anyone in the movie.
The mom? I suppose they tried writing her as the tough, protective mama, determined to persevere in spite of bone deep grief because her daughter needs here and all that.
But the lady didn't come off that way at all. To me, she was a snotty, arrogant, petulant Karen who dismissed with a sneer every single person who tried to help her. By the midway point of the movie, every snide remark she uttered in order to assert that she was smarter than everyone else was, to me, like the sound of someone twisting Styrofoam in their hands. I hate that sound!
The daughter was petulant and whiny, too, but hey, she's a teenager, she's allowed to be the those things. Ultimately, with no one to cheer for and the plot inching forward with the gusto of a sickly slug, I decided to bail on the flick.
As the tattoo says, I have no regerts.