The Stranger in My House started off strong and had a lot of potential. The premise was intriguing, and the setup kept me interested. However, as the film progressed, the story began to rely heavily on unrealistic coincidences. By the final third, it shifted from suspenseful drama into pure fiction that felt disconnected from the grounded tone it started with. It seemed like the director lost their narrative direction, and unfortunately, the ending fell flat.
By the end, I wasn't even sure if I was the stranger in my own house, because nothing made sense anymore. It felt like the writer threw the last 30 pages of the script into a blender, hit "purée," and filmed whatever came out. Somewhere in the middle, I think even the characters forgot what they were doing.
If you're into mystery, suspense, and absolutely no logical payoff, this might be your thing. Otherwise, you might want to stay out of this house... or at least keep the lights on and your expectations low.
