Title: The Viewer Who Screamed
Product review: Marty Beck is a "master horror writer" who decides to lease a haunted house in which to write his newest novel. Although he doesn't believe in ghosts, he hopes the atmosphere will rub off on his writing. The only frightening thing about this movie is that the "filmmakers" actually got the money to do it. The community theater acting, terrible script, lifeless directing, and cheesy special effects (just love the opening suicide where the woman blows her oatmeal... I mean, her brains against the window) scream for Mystery Science Theater treatment. While I strongly support independent films and understand the endless obstacles one confronts trying to make one, a dog is still a dog. Don't waste your time or money on this.
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