Will there never be an end to trying to make movies on low-to-no budgets with cookie cutter actors and sets that are obviously not what are described? In this travesty of a film, the supposedly abandoned haunted 'murder house' is a well-lit, nicely furnished suburban home obviously loaned to the director by the people who actually live there. I got as far as the irresponsible kid disappearing after something unseen wants to play ball with him, but up to this point we have whining, simpering, annoyed, controlling characters trying their hardest to one-up the Mystery Machine gang and doing a terrible job at it--probably because they forgot the talking Great Dane.
Review of Before Someone Gets Hurt
