The House That Cried Blood

I'm half-certain this was meant as an amateurish pastiche of the 'haunted house' horror film sub-genre; perhaps done as some high school project... For it sure did smack of either being a tongue-in-cheek poke at its target subject matter. However, if it wasn't thus, then it's just plain and simple, abysmal film-making / acting (...If one can even call this 17-minute, mini monster matinee, a "film"; much less, its inane dialogue and eardrum-piercing screeching, as "acting"). This is one of the first films I have seen that I genuinely feel may have taken LESS time to film, than the actual running time of its end product...!

Do not watch this unless you're a bottom-feeder casting agent who's looking to gauge the body of work of one or more of the film's listed wannabe "actors" -- who've happened to lob on your agency's doorstep and are begging for food / their next methamphetamine hit. There is little (read: nothing) to see in this teen turd that one could not perform oneself, without any rehearsal, in one's own home, using a decade-old mobile phone.

2/10 (*1 point for the creaky hag at the end)