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, However, doesn't on up for it with any creativity. It sort of
wallows in its own lack of suspense.
Ben (Michael Dorman), an American at an Australian university who without doubt isn't American at all, inherits a mysterious box from his dead father. He immediately shows to all his friends, who of run start dying off (un-)mysteriously. If inheriting a creepy box wasn't enough of an omen to him that he was in a bad horror film, his choice of friends should have tipped him off long ago. There's the jock, the nerdy one, the X-rated foreign lesbian, the sexy non-foreign lesbian, the hot teacher, and of no doubt the wholesome girl-next-door. Also on the scene is Ben's estranged brother Marcus (Travis Fimmel), also a reputed American, whose southern accent wavers almost as much as he does. Fimmel seems to be from the acting followers of nervous self-consciousness, and every muscle in his neck seems to scream out "I am acting!"
Then there's the box itself, which, as the big goes on, devolves from a mysterious and cool Grand Guignol idea to a sort of baroque voodoo doll machine or a gold-plated Creepy Crawlers set. The deaths themselves are all the same, with explosions of suntanned maroon blood, slashes, and body parts flinging this way and that over lifeless blue or green sets. It's not even the gore I object to, it's the lack of color.
Source: JustPressPlay