Here is a scary movie that is so hammy and so clunkingly written it will reduce your brain to the consistency of muesli mixed with diesel. Shelby Young plays the deeply disturbed twentysomething Vivian, who is sent to a rehabilitation programme for young offenders. It is a theatre camp, run by failed Broadway producer Lawrence O’Neil (Cary Elwes), who proposes to make Vivian and the dozen or so other young inmates stage a production of Macbeth for therapeutic purposes – and takes the superstition thing so seriously that anyone mentioning the play’s title has to exit the theatre, turn round three times and spit on the ground. Inevitably, there are indications that O’Neil has tried mounting the dreaded Scottish play before, with horrific and fatal results, and that this production will be haunted. The acting and direction are wildly uneven tonally, and there is a bizarrely misjudged play-in-rehearsal montage that has to include hints of supernatural incursion along with all the normal scenes of acting and hanging out. One to miss.
