The Amityville Haunting (2011)
Let's see... what do we do when we have no imagination, want to cash in on the 'found footage' crap movies and slaughter another fictional family while claiming it to be true... oh yeah, we make what is the tenth installment of movies and books written about the infamous house in Amityville. Did anything happen? Oh yes, there was a guy who went nuts and murdered his family in the 70's. Is this a demonic occurrence? Well, let's see... just recently we had a mass shooting in a movie theater, a man shot his wife and planted a knife in her hand to claim self defense, three men beat another man to death in a Wal Mart parking lot for stealing 2 DVD players, a drunk addiction counselor hit a man with her car so hard his shoes flew off and he was actually lodged IN her windshield, yet she drove another two miles, stopping for a traffic light and being apprehended by other motorists who surrounded her and took her keys.
Thanks for the house, feel free to die now... |
I'm young, smarter than the rest of the family but nobody listens to me... sounds about right. |
So hmmm... found footage, claims to be true, you know all the people in it are gonna die. Why did I watch it then? Oh, I'm here with my sick (but cuddly) puddy feeling not so wonderful myself and this is something I could watch without paying a whole lot of attention because basically I had the review written before the movie started.
We start with teenagers breaking in to party in the infamous house. They die quickly. Three and a half minutes into the movie... a good start. Then we have the realtor selling the house to a family of five (doom, doom, DOOM) who's patriarch inexplicably wants the house before they even cross the threshold. And not a drop of blood in the place. I love considerate evil spirits. Anywho, he convinces his soon-to-be-dead family and they take it. The realtor leaves and promptly dies in their parking lot. Cool! Only 8 minutes in and we've already got more stuff than half of a PA movie. Then they move in with professional movers bringing in the boxes, one makes a smart remark and boom... another body. Fifteen minutes, at least six dead. Not bad.
I may... or may not... have something to do with this movie, I ain't telling... |
French fried mommy... |
I found this while getting some images to put on this review and it made me laugh so...
Bonus Drinking Game
Take a Drink: every time they tell the kid to turn off the camera.
Take a Drink: for the death-count; drink as the bodies roll.
Drink a Shot: when you see the ghost, or rather, when you see the guy standing in the background.
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