KAT M

Fail on all counts: fail in terms of theological debate; fail in terms of horror genre; massive fail in terms of plausibility in all aspects. Grant's customary twinkliness detracts from the movie's wannabe sinister premise. Indeed ' wannabe' sums up this movie whose theological hypothesis manages to intrigue for about a nano-second before being sacrificed to a shlock horror crescendo, that manages to be as confounding as it is confused and confusing. Grant's compulsive mugging to the camera undermines any suspense that may build, and which, in this movie, tbh mainly resides in deadbolted locks. An ingenue LDS missionary turns into a sophisticated theologician, reciting her arguments in the manner of a rabbit staring down headlights, while one-tone Hugh twinkles and crinkles. All through the movie I had this vision of a film school student's teacher's pet, who had been cosseted and nurtured to have ideas beyond their ken and station. It's a C minus from.me lad/ lassie. It was only sloth that prevented me leaving half'way through. Must do better.