Through sheer relentless volume, Aussie director James Wan gets called the king of horror, because it sure isn't quality. I've rarely been impressed by his films. Though this talked about horror is a wild and strange beast indeed. Never scary and seemingly Michael Bay making the most rote body horror imaginable for two thirds of its run time, Wan then decides to turn into a full blown Dario Argento for an insane final third that makes the whole enterprise worth while.
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