Featuring the wettest, most simpering leading character I have ever seen. Perpetually crying and whining, Philip does not inspire much in the way of empathy. When not blubbing, he spends a lot of the film delicately nibbling at various meals that are made for him. Sadly, as the film goes on, he only becomes more irritating, deeply so, and that hurts the film throughout.
His girlfriend, far more resolute and personable, is also the preferred meal for the resident demon. Admittedly, Philip goes through the wringer - such is the nature of horror films - but at the end, I couldn't warm to him, and didn't really understand what I'd just watched.
Nice to see veteran actor David Bailie as Father Andrew though, in one of his final roles. My score is 4 out of 10.