It's quite clear right from the start that the director is out to make a stylish movie, what with everything looking blue like he taped cellophane over the camera lens. I suppose artistic style can be used to create a mood of suspense for a horror movie if done right, but here it just makes everything look bleak.
Fortunately, not every shot is blue, and the director does provide the usual ba-dumm moments, though none exceptional. The movie was mostly a bore, with style over substance, and the only pleasant surprise I got from it was Ananda Everingham's delightful British accent, though I guess it shouldn't have been a surprise because of his name. Karen Mok, cool as she is, didn't really bring much to the movie (though I doubt she could've).
Fortunately, not every shot is blue, and the director does provide the usual ba-dumm moments, though none exceptional. The movie was mostly a bore, with style over substance, and the only pleasant surprise I got from it was Ananda Everingham's delightful British accent, though I guess it shouldn't have been a surprise because of his name. Karen Mok, cool as she is, didn't really bring much to the movie (though I doubt she could've).