I'm the kind of person who likes things everyone else scoffs at and abhors the popular so it's not surprising to find myself enjoy this movie. Then again, the main character reminded me so much of a former friend of mine, I was a bit more patient with it than others who've reviewed this.
Yes, it's a cheap, low budget movie that is very clearly someone's pet project.
The kind of schlock I love.
So, we have a male nurse who takes a job as a home hospice carer to save money for his wedding, frequently pulling out the engagement ring to remind himself of why he's putting up with the needs of this sour, foul tempered old lady whose suffering appears to be caused by her one instance of showing a hint of joy.
But the old lady is a practicing occultist and has prolonged her own life at the expense of victims, who continue to prowl about and go "boo!" after the old lady's death. Our boy is stuck in the house after the adopted daughter of the biddy just straight up leaves him there with the dead lady in the most blatant construction of the isolation trope you may ever find. He's left to stumble about in the dark with a spooketty tape recorder and come to terms with the failings of faith and traditions while being harassed by spoopies and ghoulies who come out at night to be creepy.
There are a couple points of the movie lacking in any logic or reasoning. Less as plot holes and more a lazy cop-out of "ghosts did it! deal with it!"
The soundtrack is nonsense.
It could have been streets better.
Still, it's not so worthy of trashing.
Not really.
Or I'm just being nice because the guy reminds me of someone I knew.
One or the other.