The film doesn’t judge for her it, either. One day, she’s living a cool life in the city in a cramped but funky apartment. The next, she’s whisked off to the suburbs and tasked with creating an environment stable and nurturing enough that the courts will let Lucas keep custody of his nieces. And the girls are no picnic, either. Victoria cowers through life, and Lily (Isabelle Nélisse) holds fast to the animalistic ways she picked up in the forest, growling rather than talking and sleeping on the floor beneath her sister’s bed. Even without a malevolent spirit harassing them, Annabel has her hands full, and her distress and frustration give the film’s title an extra layer of meaning.
His standout turn in Mission: Impossible – Fallout aside, Henry Cavill hasn’t had much luck as a leading man either inside or outside the DC Extended Universe, and his character here is so thinly sketched he might as well have been credited as Bearded Cop. And when you can’t find anything interesting to do with Stanley Tucci or Nathan Fillion, you know your movie is in trouble.
It’s a pity, because the story has promise. There’s the serial killer whom one cop believes suffers from multiple personality disorder, while the other thinks he’s faking it to cop an insanity plea – surely a set-up for a Primal Fear-style battle of wits. Then there’s the sanguine vigilante who argues that the 80% recidivism rate among serial sex offenders makes surgical castration the only logical choice to prevent them from re-offending. Finally, there’s the third-act twist that briefly brings the film to life, before it fizzles out in more predictable fashion.