A mysterious chest without history or concrete relation to its owner and that looks like it was melted in a fire houses a demon who, for no given reason, arranges for six people-a tolerable man with inconsistent OCD, two unlikable men, and three bodaciously derrièred women-to gather on pretext of hearing the recently deceased family patriarch's will read, and genie-like grants a single wish to one unwitting victim at a time whose body it then possesses in order, for no reason, to try to kill its next victim.
Dialogue is ridiculous, people open doors for no reason and enter rooms with no purpose. I really hated the husband and the dope fiend, and it is incredible that the husband's women want that creep, incredible that the cousin weeps for her brother.
The shadows, the road, the mirror, the darkness, the trap, and the hurricane are nice ideas.
Dina Meyer, Bree Williamson, and Austin Highsmith vie with one another to see whose plump booty is most tantalizingly in-your-face. I love them all. They make the film worth watching.
Ending classical music over credits is beguiling.
Watch with two grilled-cheese sandwiches and Perrier.
Dialogue is ridiculous, people open doors for no reason and enter rooms with no purpose. I really hated the husband and the dope fiend, and it is incredible that the husband's women want that creep, incredible that the cousin weeps for her brother.
The shadows, the road, the mirror, the darkness, the trap, and the hurricane are nice ideas.
Dina Meyer, Bree Williamson, and Austin Highsmith vie with one another to see whose plump booty is most tantalizingly in-your-face. I love them all. They make the film worth watching.
Ending classical music over credits is beguiling.
Watch with two grilled-cheese sandwiches and Perrier.