An entirely superfluous attempt to recapture the magic of the original film. A remake masquerading as a sequel that goes nowhere and has nothing new to say.
Cheap, lazy, and limited by its slavish adherence to the found-footage trope. Bonus: features the most cynical use ever of 3D to boost cinema ticket prices.
Over the river and through the woods to yet another banal, anticlimactic attempt at storytelling from M. Night Shyamalan. And this time, it’s found-footage.
Unpleasant characters do things that make no sense in “found footage” clearly edited together from multiple sources. Negligent storytelling at its worst.
There’s little less compelling than a vague evil spirit with loosely defined powers doing random “scary” things as required by the script.
There are things in which horny teenaged boys were not meant to meddle. Like we needed the warning.
Quite possibly an alien torture device designed to turn our brains to mush. *sob*
Found footage has come to be an excuse for storytellers to completely bypass drama, character development, and plot in an attempt to be “authentic.”
An effective mood of claustrophobia cannot overcome the fact that you’ve seen this all before, and better.
A movie to make you despair of the found-footage conceit (if you weren’t already). Suddenly Twister looks like Shakespeare.