Starring:
Marlon Wayans, Essence Atkins, Nick Swardson
Malcolm
(Wayans) and Kisha (Atkins) move into their new home and Malcolm starts having
cameras installed around the property. At first, things seem fine but things
sour when a ghost starts having fun.
A
Haunted House seems to occupy another dimension. A strange dimension where the
standards of what is funny are much different to the norm. Fart jokes? So funny
they must be used a lot. Violence against women? Funny. Rape (male and female)?
Funny. Having a gay character being a hideously stereotypical lisping molester?
Apparently, the funniest thing ever. The found footage sub-genre, and its
spoofs, are growing so tiresome and unoriginal, they need to be put to bed and
the execution of the plot here is very lazy. My one good comment on A Haunted
House? The film-makers take no prisoners about what demographics to mock, but how much of a recommendation can that really be?
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