Any film that can’t exist without the protagonist making an unimaginably stupid, selfish, stupid, reckless, stupid, narcissistic, stupid decision at the onset, had better be one of the best damn movies ever made to overcome that. Sinister does not come near surmounting that enormous burden. And when, after finding that first home movie, El Protago doesn’t grab his wife and kids and run like hell, the film only digs a deeper hole.


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