Written and directed by Matt Angel and Suzanne Coote. Starring Dylan Minnette, Piercey Dalton, Sharif Atkins, Patricia Bethune, Aaron Abrams and Katie Walder.
Plot: a teenager and his mother move to a vacant and isolated house where eerie things start to happen
In the beginning of the movie, the father is run over and dies. The mother can’t pay the rent on her own, so her sister offers them a property she has in the middle of nowhere. The only catch is that she’s selling the property, so there’ll be an open house once a week and that means that the mother and son have to leave the house for the day. They think this is a pretty reasonable request, so they accept her offer. Once they arrive in the small town though, they immediately meet a rather strange neighbor. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg.
I watched this movie alone because DJ was busy watching a hockey game. I wish I had watched hockey instead. I absolutely hated this movie and now with a bunch of spoilers I will tell you why.
A bad guy enters their house during the first open house they have and he stays inside. Where he hides and what he eats and when he goes to the bathroom is moot because he’s like a ninja. He quietly moves around the house, even when they’re awake, and opens doors, steals phones and even trashes their family photos. At first, the mother blames the son, but then she wises up to it. And they invite a neighbor over to help. An attractive man (Atkins), who’s black, and ends up dead. They just had to, didn’t they??
After that, the mother is killed and after a weird chase the son is killed. Not surprising anymore. It’s not petrifying or anything, it’s just pessimistic. And then, to cap it all off, the bad guy gets into his truck and drives towards another open house, insinuating that he’s just going to kill another family.
It was enormously stupid. I hate myself for watching it. It was likable for Atkins, but no one else. And there were no rules, no motive and it wasn’t fun at all. I do not recommend.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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