Substantially recycling most of its major points from "Brightwood" this movie improves on it in some ways and falls short of it in others. Promisingly, the couple in this film don't bicker quite as constantly or annoyingly. Other than that, there are such strong similarities, that many of the unexplained plot points, which this movie is particularly full of, I understood easily because they were explained in "Brightwood".

It's the huge number of not-even-subtle-enough-to-be-fridge-logic leaps, as well as the 100% familiar "twists" and conceits, that make this movie a failure as entertainment. It's certainly better-made than "Brightwood" in many ways. But, when you've already seen something that's so similar that you know what's coming before it does, it's hard to enjoy. Really cool ideas, for sure, but poorly executed and totally already done before.

Supernatural "thriller" apparently aimed at like 10 year olds or something. A group of gorgeous girls receive strange voicemail messages apparently from a graveyard, and it turns out one of their boyfriends robbed some graves and gave out the jewelry, resulting in some of the cheapest-looking special effects in cinematic history. Yawn.

A writer has a monster in the upstairs of his house who he feeds people to and it gives him ideas for bestselling books. It was, eh, ok. Not good, not terrible.

"What About Bob" with Brett Gelman instead of Bill Murray and a slacker instead of Richard Dreyfus's character. It was ok.

A young couple go on vacation in the woods and get driven crazy by an annoying noise. That's it, that's the whole movie. And there's an annoying noise playing through the whole thing, so you share their suffering.

Why don't they just leave?

Stars Annabella Rich, who appears to be the anti-Madeline Brewer. Everything she stars in is some kind of tedious.

A bunch of kids go on vacation at one of their relatives in the peruvian wilderness, and one of them isn't comfortable around the others, begins to be overtaken by anxiety, flips her shit, and dies. And that's it, that's the entire plot of the movie. They don't even show the consequences of her death. Emily Browning and Michael Cera, who both should been in something more interesting than this.

Disappointing. Starting off for the first hour of its two-hour runtime, this film follows a beleaguered divorcee as she encounters misfortunate after misfortune after purchasing a red dress. So far, so good: the cinematigraphy is excellent, and the whole thing is produced very well in the style of what might have been a good horror movie in the early 70s... think "Rosemary's Baby" but with a more Giallo, surreal edge. The whole thing is faintly artsy, but in a skilled and knowing way that works enjoyably...

...until it doesn't. About halfway through the movie they abandon any kind of linear narrative, or at least fail to convey the story as well, as the star of the first half of the movie is abruptly killed off and it switches to a sequence of other characters who inherit the dress. It sinks into disjointed artsiness and never recovers, seemingly abandoning plot completely…

Tourists' car breaks down in the the Irish countryside and the locals are murderous lunatics trying to free themselves from a curse that has deformed all their kids. Meh.

Several episodes of an only occasionally funny, mostly mediocre failed R-rated single-camera sitcom grafted together into a "movie", complete with title cards still left in every 22 minutes, and suddenly stopping in the middle rather than ending, as failed series do.

A "Dave"-like loveable shlub who things always go wrong for has his latest problem: being stuck in a series that relies on dick and shit jokes. It has a "Dave"-like sense of absurdity but absolutely none of the genius or things besides dick and shit jokes.

The lead guy has everyman likeability and decent comic ability. Hopefully he'll land in something better than this.