There is a horror film cliche that is beyond moronic, yet survives decade after decade. In essence, it's about people finding out there is something threatening wherever they happen to be at the moment, yet doing nothing about it until it is too late. In this film, a couple finds out that they live upstairs from a couple of mentally ill people who happen to hold a terrible grudge against them, yet do nothing about it. This simply insults, annoys, and totally alienates the audience, because one starts to hate the protagonists and no longer cares about their plight. They sort of get what they deserve. And the film flops.
Review of The Ones Below
