After watching this it's easy to see why it didn't arrive on video until 2002.

Allison Lange stars as Christina, a seventeen-year-old girl who lives in a creaky old house with her bratty younger brother and grumpy, asshole-ish father. She's also going out with Brendan Fehr who's really only on hand for looks and to somehow keep popping up uninvited in her house to fly off the handle at everyone (he even beats-up the handyman). Soon Christina starts hearing noises and people start turning up dead, who's behind it all (the answer is easier than easy)?

Okay, so this one opens with the maiming of a teenage girl selling cookies door-to-door and that in itself is promising but the real problem with this garbage is that it's a totally inane story and probably the most badly written horror flick to come along in the past five years.

Scripter Stuart Allison doesn't seem to have any sort of grip on what makes an effective movie as he loads it up with characters doing dumb things (they invite strangers in with no problems) and they don't at all act like real people; he throws in lots of senseless plot twists and, worst of all, keeps it totally serious.

It's pretty sad when the best acting in the film comes courtesy of Lange's nipples (which constantly strain at her shirt material). And what's with that "shadow puppet" shit? I've never laughed harder at a movie's attempts to make someone look "insane".

And what's the worst thing? That all the deaths are executed badly, that's horror movie fan bread and butter right there!, if you mess that up you might as well throw in the towel.

Absolute mindrot.

Directed By: Gavin Wilding.
Written By: Stuart Allison.

Starring: Brendan Fehr, Brad Rowe, Allison Lange, John Savage.