Four friends head to Hawaii to investigate reports of a ghost at an abandoned resort in hopes of finding the infamous Half-Face Girl. When they arrive, they soon learn that you have to be careful what you wish for.
A security guard is just strolling with his flashlight around a deserted and slightly dilapidated resort, smoking a cigar, waiting to be killed by mysterious forces. Which then seems to happen, with a noise and the lights going out and a jump scare. CUT TO: Lex’s (Bianca Hasse) birthday party! His friends Chris (Brock O’Hurn), Sam (Michael Vlamis), and Bree (Michelle Randolph) treat him to a surprise trip to a Hawaiian island to an empty resort that, according to a highly credible and utterly convincing random video on Youtube. , it’s haunted. This will allow Lex to pick up the ghost vibe that will help her finish writing her horror novel. Then FLASH to a hospital, where Lex slowly comes over. She was found wandering the island and a detective has questions. Her friends are all dead. And she says that the killer is the girl with half a face, who does much more harm than a girl with a full face.
We flash back as Lex gets into the thick of the story. Our four protag day trip to Killadipshit Island by helicopter, and the pilot gives them a litany of warnings about staying on the trail and not missing the boat off the island because there’s no cell phone reception and whatnot. But those are rules for people who aren’t future best-selling novelists and their goofy friends. They farted nearly an hour into a 75-minute movie so we can better understand the unique trait each character possesses: Lex truly believes in ghosts. Chris is a big brother in a muscular sense, and I think he’s banging Lex, though I’m not sure; the clarity of the narrative is not the strength of this film. Bree is blonde and is dedicated to posting photos on Insta. And Sam isn’t just the prankster prankster, he’s also the skeptic who thinks supernatural stuff is pure horse manure. He now he can throw two dollars in the back of his office and bet on who kills them first.
But before the gruesome death occurs, we have to watch them swim in a beautiful blue-green lagoon, because what’s the point of casting attractive actors if we can’t see them in bathing suits, getting wet in the Hawaiian sun? Thirty tedious minutes have passed at this point, with 10 more to follow, and then another 10 before something almost objectively interesting happens, like an annoying character meeting his untimely death. I won’t reveal exactly how that happens, but suffice to say, you’ll be disappointed.