this film really needs is intimations of immortality and incest, you may find yourself wondering: What was the point of all this spookiness-by-numbers?
the first half of the film nicely creates a squirmy, elegant tension. But then ... the whole thing drags on so long you start forgetting why Lockhart ever showed up at this place
narratively preposterous and probably an hour too long, it's the year's first big howler. It could have been DeHaan's Shutter Island, but instead it's just Gore Verbinski's latest self-indulgent mess following The Lone Ranger
it's too messy, maniacally veering from elegant restraint to unhinged hokum and the absurd running time doesn't befit what's ultimately a rather hollow campside tale. There's hope for the ailing horror genre yet, but this is far from the cure
by David Fear [Rolling Stone ]
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