You know that movie where the big city family moves into a creepy old house in the sticks and everyone's hating it and wants to go back home so when it turns out the place is haunted the person who was most gung-ho about the move won't believe a word of it and forces everyone to stay and then there's horror? Well, here it is again. Stuff flies around the room. (Big whoop. Have you ever insulted a chick?) There's a bloodstain that can't be washed away. (Again, not impressed. In fact, I have one of those in my bathroom; seems my last girlfriend was banking her used tampons off the wall so she wouldn't have to get off the couch to throw them into the toilet.) Shapes move across the screen in front of the camera. (Who isn't completely bored with this tired-ass bit? Besides Hollywood, I mean.) A withered old zombie keeps showing up. (Oh, wait, he's just some guy from the bank.) In short, SSDM. I am so fucking tired of this lazy, clock-punching crap. Say what you will about haunted house flicks like Amityville 3-D, at least they try to entertain us by being completely insane and out of control. This movie is like being haunted by accountants. The only good thing about it is the teenage daughter's ass, which is very, very spankworthy. In both senses of the word.