Is not enough to redeem it. Not by a long shot.
The Worst Parents In The World(TM) make love on a barge while allowing their little boy to wander off near a busy waterway... guess what happens next. Yep.
A brief estrangement later, the lady is released from a mental hospital to travel with her husband to a creepy mansion far off in the countryside, in the cold and the fog. She's inherited it from her aunt, who... you know what, it doesn't matter.
They eventually get there, and much boring conversation occurs between the traumatised wife and the uncaring hubby, interspersed by many failed attempts at him trying to seduce her and then she hears s-p-o-o-k-y voices in the background (hence the title, doh).
Honestly, you really don't want to watch this. Steer well clear. It's more like a play than a film anyway, with lots of dull dialogue on a single set and only a few outdoor scenes at the beginning and end. A play you'd walk out halfway through and demand your money back, that is.
The actors are both fine with what they're given to work with, although the lady's hysterical behaviour sometimes can be a tad OTT. The supernatural elements don't work at all, with only a brief peek now and then at the cause and when the 'Big Reveal' does eventually arrive, to say it will underwhelm you is to say the protagonists are dead certs for Mother And Father Of The Year.
Yes, I'm still upset about that. How can you leave your little son to toddle off to certain death, just because you fancy a bit of...?!
Anyway, the ending. Yes, if I'd really thought about it, I might've seen it coming... but I didn't and it sorta left an impact. Shame that the rest of the movie didn't compare to this shock denounment in any way, shape or form though... making it comparable to chewing a single mint after imbibing an entire bottle of cod liver oil.
A nice after snack, not nowhere near enough to take the nasty taste away. 3/10.
