You normally can’t go wrong with a film about a guy who cheats on his girlfriend with a psycho chick who then makes his life a living hell. There’s something inherently powerful in the DNA of that story – girls like seeing a sleaze get his come-uppance, guys like seeing films where women try to kill them. This tries to add a twist on to things by having the psycho be a ghost, which at first makes you go “oh that’s an interesting twist” but then you realise it doesn’t work because it tampers with the DNA, reducing the emotional impact of the piece. There’s also no third act because traditionally in these things the psycho goes after the girlfriend/friends – but because she’s a ghost she can’t. So they’ve stitched themselves up.
It’s a handsome film – I liked the inside of the house but it’s a shame it couldn’t have been in a more impressive street or location. Chris Egan is an effective lead and Emma Lung an ideal psycho; the supporting cast is underused and the stuff about kick boxing feels under-developed. I loved the variation of the old looking-up-old-newspaper-files-in-the-library scene – now you just look up google!
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