This tardy rehash of fairytale tropes finds sometime genre innovator M Night Shyamalan clinging in abject desperation to the found-footage movement’s careworn coattails.
Charmless tween siblings – Tyler (Ed Oxenbould) raps, while Becca (Olivia DeJonge) addends irksome Film-making 101 footnotes – are dispatched to their grandparents’ place in snowy Pennsylvania; there, they and the target demographic receive a lesson in how oldsters are, like, totally creepy and gross.
An hour of numbingly tedious potter precedes the inevitable twist-reveal, which plunges us into a risible final act combining the twin pleasures of Yahtzee and adult incontinence. Dull, derivative and flatly unscary. I’m afraid I see only a dead career.
