Figgis directs this all efficiently, in a kind of old-style way that establishes the characters and situations long before anything creepy starts to happen. Then it won't stop, with the creepy white trash waitress (Lewis) and her sheriff sister (Eskelson), Dale's creepy dying father (Plummer), creepy photos and books of kids poems and drawings found in the house, creepy discoveries in the woods, a creepy snake infestation, a creepy storm blowing in! It's enough to drive a movie-thriller family nuts! But it's all fairly dull for us to watch, because we've seen it a million times. Frankly, the internal drama in the story is much more interesting (and much better played) than the newbies-vs-hicks horror movie that's thrust in our faces. And as it progresses, the characters become so stupid that we lose interest in them. I mean honestly, how idiotic can people be in a movie like this? It's so ludicrous that you begin to shout at the screen because it's impossible that Quaid and Stone could be this thick. It's a real pity because the film has a terrific cast ... and Figgis does know better.