The first five minutes were the best. It had a great setup, amazing premise and potentially a cool idea, especially with reverse gender roles. Then, it just got goofy, and not in a good way. The writing is horrible, the pacing is off, you don't know who the main protagonist is and there aren't any jump scares. The scenes that were meant to be scary weren't. The mythology they're trying to build doesn't make sense. They use Latin folklore but Germanic runes as well? Maybe a different director could have salvaged it. It doesn't feel authentic at all. Did the pandemic really wipe out good talent and gave rise to incompetent writers and directors?

Two minutes into this movie, and already I couldn't stand either of the leads. Stephen Lang is one of my favorite character actors, and I have no idea what he's doing in this Lifetime Channel-esque mishmash of bad acting and worse screenwriting. Cliches and stereotypes abound, all the bad guys are white, everybody in the fifties drove a Thunderbird and lived like the Cleavers, etc. Don't bother with this one. Two stars because at least Stephen Lang appears from time to time to remind one why they might have mistakenly thought this movie might be good.

I had high hopes, believe it or not. The concept was clever enough. I like this emerging Airbnb gone awry genre, having enjoyed Gone in the Night and The Rental. I thought watching this with friends just before Halloween would be great. But boy, was I wrong.

The first 30 minutes are your standard horror movie build. But then it just gets strange. There are flashbacks, ghosts, and a pseudo-psychedelic trip that makes no sense at all. The storyline falls apart.

Our friends left halfway through.

I kept watching but was so perplexed and confused after they revealed that what was happening was ghosts taking over the living. The living were acting out on the ghost's behalf. What?

I turned if off with 15 minutes left. I couldn't care less how the story ended at that point.

I hope our friends forgive us.