Oren Peli used his unique found-horror-footage franchise to garner rich dividends over the years. The fourth and fifth installments had lost most of their sting and the box-office too had scaled down its takings quite dramatically. So this franchise finale (hopefully) was to be expected. At least to lend closure to the urban cult myth that the films propagated. While Peli himself comes aboard merely as co-producer and consultant (a trend that he set after the first few franchise outings), it’s the editor of several earlier franchise films, Gregory Plotkin, who takes on the honours in this plot-reveal of the ghosts that haunted the viewers and the familiar seeming family that keeps shifting from home to new home, in the hope of some escape.
Ryan (Chris J Murray) and his family move to a new house in Palo Alto, CA – where he all too conveniently discovers a box of video tapes and a video camera that can record paranormal occurrences invisible to the naked eye. Together with his wife (Brit Shaw) and his brother Mike (Dan Gill), they have to protect six-year-old daughter Leila (Ivy George) who is already talking to spirits in the house.
This film has the third dimension as mentioned in its moniker but frankly it’s just too flaky and insubstantial for any effect. There’s no thrill, nothing exciting, no tension, little of interest and certainly nothing inventive either. The 3D doesn’t add any novelty to the stale sub-genre staple that gets regurgitated here. What was once an interesting and intriguing concept has now turned turtle completely. It’s just too sad, disheartening and extremely tedious an outing to bear any fruit. Access at your own risk!