This movie is an inoffensive, forgettable mess making me wonder how it got greenlit without major revisions on the script. There is not one fright, fear, chill or terror to be found with the possible exception of a soundtrack that wields weaponized cacophony. Imagine deaf studio executives plotting which pop music knockoffs would most appeal to teenage girls. Autotune fans rejoice! This whole movie is how those same executives must imagine high school and cynically (but incompetently) figuring out how to best target the tween-age horror demographic. I would offer some advice on this front: A. Do not make your protagonist unlikable, petty and selfish to the point you wish any of the film's various deaths on her rather than the victims. B. Horror requires including something horrific onscreen. At best there's an attempt at dragging out suspense on extremely telegraphed deaths. The deaths themselves range from mildly entertaining to aggressively dumb, with a PG-13 rating assuring that nothing truly horrible will make its way to your eyeballs. The saddest part here is the wasted talent in direction and acting. The shots are competent, the lighting and framing is good, the visuals are decent and the cast is pretending they're in a better movie. There was plenty of money thrown on the screen to create a film so ultimately bland and forgettable it is not even worthy the F of pure failure.