No, there's not anyone in my house ya lizards. This film is the antithesis of quality horror and subverts the cinematic experiences produced by almost every other slasher flick before it. My goodness the gremlins that made this must've been high, drunk and high at the same time. C'mon Netflix, you are better than financing the movies of the 'great supine protoplasmic invertebrate jellies' who made this...that's right, you just got boris-bopped, and I'm not even British nor do I endorse their brisket plan, but I damn well accept the articulation of Mr Johnson as an appropriate judgement of this film and those who endorsed it. Better luck next time suckerz