The atmosphere is creepy and sinister and the movie starts out with a promising gory skin-peeling scene, but then it sort of collapses into a terrible bore since nothing much happens afterwards. There are only three people, who endlessly talk together in a mumbling and husky drone, all three totally uncharismatic and you couldn't care less about them. All the major supernatural events take place behind a closed door in the attic, so we have to settle for lots of screaming and creepy noises, and when we at last get a look into the attic we just see the result of all the turmoil: actor Jonas Armstrong in yet another state of disarray, and weird writings over the walls and later on his skin. Armstrong has to walk around in the nude most of the time (the crucial parts of his body discretely hidden in shadows), which doesn't have any function at all, apart from apparently arousing some hidden erotic feelings in the otherwise almost sexless paranormal expert Sophie Ward.
I give myself a 10 out of 10 for keeping awake and watching the whole movie (all the time hoping that there would be some mind blowing climax), but the movie gets 3 (and those are solely for Armstrongs buttocks). Clive Barker took part in this production, but I dare to wonder if he was pleased with the result.
I give myself a 10 out of 10 for keeping awake and watching the whole movie (all the time hoping that there would be some mind blowing climax), but the movie gets 3 (and those are solely for Armstrongs buttocks). Clive Barker took part in this production, but I dare to wonder if he was pleased with the result.