What do you do with a confession booth after the local priest gets capped in it? You put it in the basement. Of the Amityville Horror house. Actually this dump doesn't look anything like the Amityville Horror house; I'm not sure if it's supposed to be another house in Amityville that's haunted, or if we're just not supposed to notice. Either way, twelve years later these borderline dipshits come along, buy the place, and then convince some of their sucker friends to help fix it up. Here's a bit of advice: never, ever help anyone fix up an old building, because you will either wind up getting killed by ghosts, or dealing with a bunch of zany antics, and frankly I'm not sure which is worse. At any rate, the most exciting thing that happens is nothing until finally one cat gets possessed and kills everybody in the most boring, non-gory ways possible. It's hard to believe that this could be lamer and more pussified than Part 4 (which was made for fucking television for Christ's sake), but here's your proof. Congratulations, jackasses: you not only made a bad movie, you made the worst Amityville movie. There's something to leave off your resume.