To say "From the producer of Paranormal activity and Insidious", in my eyes, is as enticing as saying "From the creators of the AIDS virus". Yeah, it's like that. Seriously, these shopping mall horror movies that are aimed at the Hot Topic generation have pretty much driven a stake in the heart of my most beloved genre. This one is really no different. A true crime writer moves his family into the house where the crime that begat his latest story took place. He sees Abbath from Immortal in the bushes and they argue over who is the better black metal band, Immortal or Cradle of Filth. Silly Ethan, everybody knows that Cradle has the cooler name but Immortal hail from the land of the ice and snow and their members have ties to the corpse paint mafia. Abbath wins and Ethan is forced to listen to Susan Boyle singing "Mammy was a race car driver" for all eternity. Sorry if I ruined the film for anyone.
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