Reviewed by Michael Dalton
One has to give Gil Kenan credit where it’s due for his lazy, immature remake of Poltergeist. In the final act, we journey to a subterranean labyrinth where a little girl is being held hostage. Its dark there and steely grey and along the walls writhing in sickening rhythm are hundreds of restless corpses. It is an eerie sight, the stuff of nightmares, and made all the more depressing by the fact that everything that came before, and all that follows, is so awful. Kenan hasn’t rehashed or rebooted Tobe Hooper’s wonderful 1982 ghost story. He’s regurgitated it and artlessly rearranged it. Gone is the lovable pot smoking mother initially delighted by the weird new home that treats her daughter like a bowling ball, there's no solid-as-a-rock father (remember Craig T. Nelson doing “before-after before after” with his belly?), and no Zelda Rubenstein who we trusted and believed in. What we get is an utterly disposable family, a scarred ghost hunter, and evil clowns that ceased to terrorise long ago (they just look plonked now, and mouldy).