Blumhouse Blumfudged this one. I once read that Rod Serling got many of his ideas for The Twilight Zone by writing down his dreams as soon as he awoke from them. If that's true, then this movie is proof that some things work better on paper than on screen.

It feels like a Twilight Zone episode, but my oh my does it fail to deliver. I admit that the art direction soars. The color pallet is divine. Sadly, that's where it ends.

Unintended belly laughs. Boredom. Ridiculousness. That's what I took away from this experience. I got to see this for free on HBO, and I'm glad I didn't give in to the temptation upon its release to pay for a movie theater ticket.

And Hollywood wonders why we stay at home to watch TV.