John Pogue orchestrates the film’s consistently chilly unease from a series of unassuming jolts embedded in the humdrum.
Arriving at least two years after the Asian-horror-remake craze subsided, The Uninvited delivers a spooky-stepmom saga free of invention.
Kudos to Ratner for at least acknowledging that the film’s gay jokes are cheap-doesn’t make him any less of a prick, but still.
At what point after a film is greenlit does a movie exec turn to the filmmakers and demand an intimate “homo” moment between the screenplay’s straight dudes?