Survived the Sledge (Terror vision) Silk teddies, synth shrieks, and a 20 minute slow mo muscle montage before anyone remembers there’s a killer ghost in the house. T&A 2.75/4 — one blink-and-you-miss-it boob, lots of oiled pecs. Gore 3/4 — eventually pays off in VHS-fuzz hammer carnage. Plot coherence? Lost somewhere between the sandwich scene and the séance that just replays the first half of the movie. Still… the Casio score slaps, the hallway’s too small, and that mask POV hits the right kind of weird. A true shot-on-video fever dream dumb, sweaty, and oddly hypnotic. So bad it’s beautiful analog horror. I made it out alive… barely. 5/10.