As soon as I saw this on Netflix, I knew I was destined to suffer a sweet 85 minutes as film sadists do. This movie is bad. Everything from the atrocious dialog to the lack of direction to the piss poor cinematography to darkened set to hide to Spirit Store clearance make up has high school A/V Club project written all over it.
The actors looked just as confused about what was supposed to be going on in the movie as I was. A couple and their 'tweenage daughter are the new caretakers for the Winchester House (which is now on Highway 1?) and within minutes of arriving , begin to interact with the ghosts of the victims of Winchester rifles and so the carnage ensues.
It tried so hard to be so many different movies at once: House on Haunted Hill meets 13 Ghosts meets The Frighteners meets Sixth Sense meets Beetlejuice.
By nightfall the daughter is abducted by Mrs. Winchester, a paranormal investigator arrives, cops show up & are killed off by ghosts, they solve the mystery of why Mrs. Winchester still haunts the place and find out a horrific fact about themselves.
If you're a fan of really bad movies as I am, queue up this little beastie and turn off your brain for about an hour & a half.
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