I'm really hard pressed to think of anything worse than this. A kid, obviously experiencing some mild discomfort from his wool jacket, vomiting solid gold in space, set against a nondescript stone wall, proclaiming proudly "based on true events." Get a hobby, The Haunting in Connecticut, and stop bothering the rest of us with your despicably half-assed marketing. I had to look at this every day I walked to class for about two months, and now I have to fear finding it in my local Target, Blockbuster, and maybe even on Netflix? You're the worst.
If The Haunting in Connecticut received the poster-to-cover treatment I would like to put in a request for The Hurt Locker:
Mmm mmm. Now that's what I'd like to see every day for two months.
- Eric T. Voigt, Can't Stress The Displeasure Enough
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