M. Night Shyamalan returns as writer and director with this flimsy and annoying horror attempt that loses everything cinema audiences previously liked about Shyamalan. The man who was once the king of unforeseeable plot twists now presents minor plot developments that can be seen from the opening minutes of the film onwards. So sit tight and please welcome to the stage jump scares, overacting, uninteresting characters that you couldn’t possibly hope to sympathise with, and a general feel that someone has attempted to copy David Lynch’s style and mixed it with the bog standard recipe for a shit modern horror.
Adam Lester. 