Oh no. Here we go again! It's hugely unfamous "rapper" Prozak doing his "look, I have other, uh, talents too" bit by directing/starring in yet another "documentary" that exposes... uh, some stuff. Or something.
Sorry, but every year or two it seems that I get stuck watching one of these fecal fests. Absolutely base level skills involved. Expect zero intellectual discussion or any real dissecting of the evidence. Nope! "Prozak", as he insists upon being called, works in the exact opposite fashion than that of a, say, real documentarian: He's already made up his mind about this stuff and makes his little comedy film here under that exact set up.
Will he present "evidence" in a fair and balanced way that then allows the audience to make up their own minds? HA!! Nope! This is a film made for and by simpletons that haven't the faintest idea what "peer review" means.
You'll find more entertainment and "real" ghosts in a Shirley Jackson novel. Forget this!