Slasher villains seem the most industrious individuals in media, and this particular slasher works harder than most. He's enamored with creating elaborate props and set pieces, along with a rather creepy mask and practiced his unsettling laugh for hours in a mirror. He certainly possesses improvisation skills and a work ethic to be envied, aided by a series of convenient coincidences and seemingly in possession of the slasher superpowers of teleportation, precognition, and telepathy. That is to say, the scenario has moments of implausible absurdity, even as it attempts to be grounded with the main characters. Despite a decently creepy villain, there's nothing worth watching that hasn't been done better elsewhere. All the standard cliches are present, a fully exhaustive list of exhausted tropes and elements whose plausibility becomes increasingly unlikely directly proportionate to time invested thinking about it. The set, setting, direction, scares are all paint by numbers and derivative of every slasher film ever, and there's no real resolution or attempt to expand upon an initial mystery. The actress is decent, but the character is seemingly oblivious to her children until the moment everything becomes dire. To be fair, the children are atrocious, grating and blame could be laid at their feet for the scenario that unfolds, but that dismisses bad choices, bad parenting and thoroughly bad writing.