"God, we must be nuts to work in here at night," murmurs a pensive filing clerk inside the abandoned mental hospital. Meanwhile, up the dank, decaying halls, trudge a series of dubious visitors (jittery boyfriend, twinkling shrink, sinister cop). Any one of them could be a hammer-wielding serial killer in disguise. Any one could hold the key to this cheap, convoluted and faintly tawdry horror tale. Rest assured, the denouement duly rolls around with a flicker of flashbacks and a great rumble of expository dialogue.
There's a weary familiarity about this serial killer yarn set in an abandoned psychiatric institution, writes Xan Brooks
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