After a promising opening leaving party massacre, the film follows a professor, his wife and their uncommunicative son as they unknowingly move into the same house, soon followed by mysterious accidents and conspiracy theory claiming that the end is nigh on 11/11/11 - the date their son conveniently turns eleven years old. The scene is thus set for this simplistically-written and somewhat leaden-paced thriller/horror that rapidly turns into a minibudget suburban take on The Omen. With foreshadowing delivered with the subtlety of flying mallets, a mind-boggling array of sub-par performances and a music soundtrack that meanders along purposelessly simply because it feels it has to be there, it all leads to an utterly bizarre third act and all amounts to very little.
