I won't say this is completely awful, as the acting is somewhat decent, but that's about it.
A couple have lost their son. A young woman knocks at their door, followed by sinister people wearing strange gas masks.
The motives of those folks remain unclear right till the end, when the movie makers cheat their audience with the most clichéd cheat of a plot-twist ever. Is that a spoiler now? I'm not sure. I guess, to those who know what I'm talking about, it won't be a secret at about ten minutes into the movie, anyway.
On top of all that, look at the couple's last name. Bruhahaha.
See where this is going? Yes, you guessed right. Extremely popular movies with great casts have succeeded in pulling this off, with the greatest names in the business attached to them.
In comparison, this feels like the ambitious work of film students in their first semester. It's like they just haven't seen enough movies yet to know that every fan of the horror genre will see right through it.
Then there's the question of why the husband needed to be a writer, why the invaders had to wear gas masks, and why they put a fracking chandelier up in the woods. Unresolved subplots - bad writing.
The only reason I watched it till the end, only skipping a third of it along the way, was because I still hoped - against my own judgment - that it might turn out better this time. That, and I was sick in bed and had nothing else to do anyway.
A couple have lost their son. A young woman knocks at their door, followed by sinister people wearing strange gas masks.
The motives of those folks remain unclear right till the end, when the movie makers cheat their audience with the most clichéd cheat of a plot-twist ever. Is that a spoiler now? I'm not sure. I guess, to those who know what I'm talking about, it won't be a secret at about ten minutes into the movie, anyway.
On top of all that, look at the couple's last name. Bruhahaha.
See where this is going? Yes, you guessed right. Extremely popular movies with great casts have succeeded in pulling this off, with the greatest names in the business attached to them.
In comparison, this feels like the ambitious work of film students in their first semester. It's like they just haven't seen enough movies yet to know that every fan of the horror genre will see right through it.
Then there's the question of why the husband needed to be a writer, why the invaders had to wear gas masks, and why they put a fracking chandelier up in the woods. Unresolved subplots - bad writing.
The only reason I watched it till the end, only skipping a third of it along the way, was because I still hoped - against my own judgment - that it might turn out better this time. That, and I was sick in bed and had nothing else to do anyway.