Alright, settle in horror movie aficionados, because I've seen it all. Possessed dolls? Been there, tossed them in the fire. Malevolent toaster? Laughed, buttered my toast. But a killer swimming pool? Night Swim? Come on, folks. Did Hollywood run out of original haunts?
I was expecting chills, maybe a little existential dread. Instead, I got chlorine-scented boredom. This movie is about as scary as a kiddie pool. The only chills came from realizing I paid good money to watch people argue about the upkeep of a possessed backyard amenity.
Don't get me wrong, Wyatt Russell always does a good job, even if he is stuck treading water (pun intended) with this script. But seriously, a haunted pool? Couldn't they have at least thrown in a murderous pool floatie for some pizazz? This movie is about as deep as a puddle after a summer sprinkle. If you're looking for scares, take a relaxing dip in your own bathtub. It'll be a more thrilling experience.
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