Critics are spot on the money with this one
One cliche after the next accompanied by the most excruciatingly loud soundtrack that doesn't build one iota of tension but rather leaves the viewers feeling like they have been tossed about in a laundromat for an hour and a half.
Director John R. Leonetti (who judging by this film appears to be a complete hack) wouldn't know tension and subtlety if it bludgeoned him to death with a sledgehammer.
If this is what passes for horror today then please pass me the club so I can bash its head in.