I don't enjoy writing negative reviews, but I didn't enjoy this film either, so I guess that makes us even.
The acting was appalling by all but the main lad who played Blake, who wasn't too bad. The score was so bad it was painful, the audio levels were so unbalanced and the sound effects were surely made by a 5 year old who has never heard a fire in their life, which is probably a good thing, but not for this film.
Every step of the film was predictable, it was just a hash of every bad horror film that ended in a way that made you feel embarrassed on behalf of the writer.
The location was nice enough, bit of overkill with the cobwebs maybe in an attempt to make the house look aged, but I'm sure it's a nice house. I heard a great line the other day, if you're hungry for a horror film to stick your teeth into, have a slice of Swiss cheese on your sandwich, it would have less holes. It's as if multiple bad writers got together once every 10 years and spat some words onto some random scrap of paper during a meth orgy and then decided to stick it all together with glitter...something had to attract funding for this script, although, it was probably self funded. The most glaring gaping hole...the tape that Blake finds that has dear old grandpappy Aubrey narrating how he discovered this deformed child, states that he has decided to name him Jacob...then when we discover this kid's mum orchestrated the whole arrangement, she also calls him Jacob...so...did she just decide she liked the name? Had she spent all this kid's life calling him kid until Aubrey fed the poor lad and taught him to speak, chose him a name and then you're telling me she just decided she liked the new name he was given? The writer did remember that Aubrey chose this name right? Cos you would name your child, it doesn't matter what they look like, you still love your child, so you still choose them a name, you don't wait 12 years until some semi naked hippie loner starts showing an unhealthy interest in your son and then say, hey that dude called him Jacob, I'll try that next time I call him up from his filthy little basement prison.
The acting was appalling by all but the main lad who played Blake, who wasn't too bad. The score was so bad it was painful, the audio levels were so unbalanced and the sound effects were surely made by a 5 year old who has never heard a fire in their life, which is probably a good thing, but not for this film.
Every step of the film was predictable, it was just a hash of every bad horror film that ended in a way that made you feel embarrassed on behalf of the writer.
The location was nice enough, bit of overkill with the cobwebs maybe in an attempt to make the house look aged, but I'm sure it's a nice house. I heard a great line the other day, if you're hungry for a horror film to stick your teeth into, have a slice of Swiss cheese on your sandwich, it would have less holes. It's as if multiple bad writers got together once every 10 years and spat some words onto some random scrap of paper during a meth orgy and then decided to stick it all together with glitter...something had to attract funding for this script, although, it was probably self funded. The most glaring gaping hole...the tape that Blake finds that has dear old grandpappy Aubrey narrating how he discovered this deformed child, states that he has decided to name him Jacob...then when we discover this kid's mum orchestrated the whole arrangement, she also calls him Jacob...so...did she just decide she liked the name? Had she spent all this kid's life calling him kid until Aubrey fed the poor lad and taught him to speak, chose him a name and then you're telling me she just decided she liked the new name he was given? The writer did remember that Aubrey chose this name right? Cos you would name your child, it doesn't matter what they look like, you still love your child, so you still choose them a name, you don't wait 12 years until some semi naked hippie loner starts showing an unhealthy interest in your son and then say, hey that dude called him Jacob, I'll try that next time I call him up from his filthy little basement prison.