Please stop testing our patience! When we watch a film, an important aspect is its originality. Sometimes it is present, sometimes not. Sometimes, it is not manifested in the elements that integrate it, but is present in the way they are manipulated and presented to the spectator.
But, what can we say about the originality of a film, when it is as present as a water park is a desert?
Does a grown woman who helps young people get drunk actually have sociopathic problems?
Does a grown woman who lures young drunks into her home have psychopathic issues?
Does a black (!) woman who is poorly integrated into the community she grew up in harbor deep grudges from her past?
Will the young people attracted to her lair, having family relationships with the figures that haunt this woman's past, be exploited?
Will these haunting figures from the past, who remain as obnoxious as ever, suffer the effects of a vendetta?
(Will the policeman who comes to the door, investigate, also end up being treacherously killed?)
Will the poor, fragile, oppressed, sick little daughter of the protagonist - who just hovers around there - help save the innocent victims?
My God, THE ORIGINALITY!!...
Worse than this wreckage, only if the hallucinated protagonist, in the end, fled, scorched, through the back of the burning house... menacing the innocent spectator with the threat of a sequel!!!