The chick who used to be the droolingly fine older sister on Charles in Charge but grew up to be a mediocre has-been earns scale in this boring waste of time as a skirt who moves into a new apartment where weird shit starts to go down. "Beware," says the old bat who lives next door. That's right, she actually says "Beware." So what is it this time? Ghosts? Incubuses? Silverfish? Nope, it's the pigs, who, it turns out, have cameras hidden in every single room. Thank you, George W. Bush. As it eventually transpires they're actually after the chick's father-in-law, but then there's some twists and blah blah blah a bunch of people get shot. It's yet another one of those boring, forgettable movies that exist solely to keep past-their-expiration-date actresses employed so that they're not out walking the streets, giving people the clap. It's not exciting, it's not interesting, and the people who made it weren't even willing to bribe me to say that it was good, and all I asked for in exchange was either lunch at Denny's or a blowjob from the main chick, their choice. If you ever find yourself watching this, you really need to take a good long look at your life and ask yourself why. If the answer isn't "because I'm too sick/injured/in hiding from the mob to go outside", then for god's sake get your ass off the couch and go for a walk or something. There's a great big world out there, and almost everything in it is more rewarding than sitting through this movie. Hell, even if you get mugged, gang-raped, and then shanghaied into a foreign navy, at least you'll have a story worth telling. Which is more than I can say for Wall of Secrets.