They even put a chainsaw on the cover, which, Fun Fact, doesn't even appear in the movie! My guess, from the packaging, to the title, to the synopsis, to the ridiculous quotes by Mark L. Miller, the company that put this out had no idea how to market this turd. They have a van and a dog. Yeah, it's just like Scooby Doo!
SPOILER: This film is about four paranormal investigators. Absolutely NOTHING paranormal happens. Oh, there's plenty of aimless wandering around. I want to know: Where is their equipment to investigate this mansion? I've seen enough of these shows to know there's all kinds of stock-in-trade gear they use. They set up a couple cameras, and one guy has a microphone. The lead investigator literally carries around a lamp.
The acting is sub par all around. And man oh man, no one takes the cake like the local sheriff who shows up to give them a tour of the house, and monotonally spouts off like 10 minutes of exposition. PURE MAGNETISM! Then, one of the girls goes outside to flirt with him, and get his number! I'm like, wait, what? What did I miss?
One thing I learned from Saturday Morning Mystery: This director cannot shoot or stage a proper action scene. I mean, it's a real cluster-F.
The only good things in this movie are when one of the girls takes her clothes off, then later, gets covered in blood. Literally the only (admittedly perverse) form of entertainment to be found in its 88-minute running time. It is that bad.
SPOILER: This film is about four paranormal investigators. Absolutely NOTHING paranormal happens. Oh, there's plenty of aimless wandering around. I want to know: Where is their equipment to investigate this mansion? I've seen enough of these shows to know there's all kinds of stock-in-trade gear they use. They set up a couple cameras, and one guy has a microphone. The lead investigator literally carries around a lamp.
The acting is sub par all around. And man oh man, no one takes the cake like the local sheriff who shows up to give them a tour of the house, and monotonally spouts off like 10 minutes of exposition. PURE MAGNETISM! Then, one of the girls goes outside to flirt with him, and get his number! I'm like, wait, what? What did I miss?
One thing I learned from Saturday Morning Mystery: This director cannot shoot or stage a proper action scene. I mean, it's a real cluster-F.
The only good things in this movie are when one of the girls takes her clothes off, then later, gets covered in blood. Literally the only (admittedly perverse) form of entertainment to be found in its 88-minute running time. It is that bad.