Teenager Paige Pritchard (foxy redhead Marina Petrano) and her friends find themselves being stalked and terrorized by an angry unrestful spirit after Paige desecrates the place in the woods where the ghost dude died.
Boy, does this steaming pile of celluloid excrement strike out something terrible in every possible way: The dull and uninvolving story plods along at a painfully lethargic pace, the slack (non)direction fails to generate any essential tension or creepy atmosphere, the cinematography looks smeary and washed-out, the flat acting from the lame no-name cast adds further abject insult to already appalling injury, the chintzy (markedly less than) special effects appear to have been done on a budget of about fifty cents, and there's even a groan-inducing "it ain't over yet!" surprise ending that leaves the door wide open for a sequel which thankfully never got made. To sum up, watching this hideously tedious clunker is about as fun and exciting as seeing mold grow on old rotten wood for an hour and forty minutes straight.
Boy, does this steaming pile of celluloid excrement strike out something terrible in every possible way: The dull and uninvolving story plods along at a painfully lethargic pace, the slack (non)direction fails to generate any essential tension or creepy atmosphere, the cinematography looks smeary and washed-out, the flat acting from the lame no-name cast adds further abject insult to already appalling injury, the chintzy (markedly less than) special effects appear to have been done on a budget of about fifty cents, and there's even a groan-inducing "it ain't over yet!" surprise ending that leaves the door wide open for a sequel which thankfully never got made. To sum up, watching this hideously tedious clunker is about as fun and exciting as seeing mold grow on old rotten wood for an hour and forty minutes straight.