Is there no originality, no creativity left in the horror genre? Except for the cast, this movie is almost exactly like 8,000 others before it:
A group of friends gather in a remote location to support a member of the group in emotional need or distress.
A member of said group either has some supernatural or psychic ability, or a familiarity with the occult... seance or Ouija board, anyone?
One member of the group has an unrequited crush on another member of the group.
The answer to every problem is to drink to obliteration, smoke way too much weed, or both.
There's a blonde airhead.
There's the brash, cocky, borderline unlikeable one.
There's the supportive no matter what but kind of wishy-washy, weak-willed bestie.
There's the dare for someone to do something stupid and scary.
Someone finds a Ouija board or a cursed object, and everyone decides that they just have to play with it.
Of course, there's no cell service.
The group of friends are supposed to be life-long, busom buddies, but pick fights and argue with one another at every opportunity.
This film checks all of the requisite boxes, and offers nothing that hasn't been done a bazillion times before. All of the actresses are Victoria's Secret lingerie model pretty, and that is all that this movie has to offer.
Is this the stupidest movie that I've ever seen? No, that honor would go to "Midnight Macabre". "Midnight Macabre" makes "Haunting at Foster Cabin" look like "Sophie's Choice", or "To Kill a Mockingbird". This is faint praise, at best, for "Haunting...", however.
Go watch grass grow. Go watch paint dry. You'll be more entertained and better served than watching this film.
A group of friends gather in a remote location to support a member of the group in emotional need or distress.
A member of said group either has some supernatural or psychic ability, or a familiarity with the occult... seance or Ouija board, anyone?
One member of the group has an unrequited crush on another member of the group.
The answer to every problem is to drink to obliteration, smoke way too much weed, or both.
There's a blonde airhead.
There's the brash, cocky, borderline unlikeable one.
There's the supportive no matter what but kind of wishy-washy, weak-willed bestie.
There's the dare for someone to do something stupid and scary.
Someone finds a Ouija board or a cursed object, and everyone decides that they just have to play with it.
Of course, there's no cell service.
The group of friends are supposed to be life-long, busom buddies, but pick fights and argue with one another at every opportunity.
This film checks all of the requisite boxes, and offers nothing that hasn't been done a bazillion times before. All of the actresses are Victoria's Secret lingerie model pretty, and that is all that this movie has to offer.
Is this the stupidest movie that I've ever seen? No, that honor would go to "Midnight Macabre". "Midnight Macabre" makes "Haunting at Foster Cabin" look like "Sophie's Choice", or "To Kill a Mockingbird". This is faint praise, at best, for "Haunting...", however.
Go watch grass grow. Go watch paint dry. You'll be more entertained and better served than watching this film.