Another Netflix recommendation,and a bit of a disappointing supernatural thriller, the now-late Britanny Murphy takes plays a woman who takes a break away from home to try and write a screenplay. She stays in the vacation home of a friend. The house turns out to have a bit of a past, including possibly murder, and it all comes back to preocupy our poor screenwriter. It's unfurtunately not very spooky, surprising, or clever.

Way too much of the story is told by watching a video camera with tapes found in the attic; after a while these transform into mechanisms to flash-back, but too much it's Murphy watching the video, or us watching the video with her.

Murphy does a fairly good job of playing a scared person, but it's unclear whether she's scared because of the hazy events in her character's past, the haunting, or whatever else is going on. The character does a good job of not understanding or believing what she finds on the videos and gets through a few scattered phone calls to have friends do Internet searches, and the audience is left not understanding or believing it either.

Tough break that this is one of the last things she got to do.