Nothing bugs me more than a horror movie that refuses to stick the landing when it counts. That’d be Ghost Stories. I’m basically paraphrasing the intro to my review, but I’m not sure what else I can say; you’ve got a movie about a guy with clear father issues who grows up and spends his life debunking paranormal nonsense, only to be confronted with near undeniable instances of paranormal activity™. Great! It’s scary, too. Even better! Then for whatever reason the movie introduces an old childhood sin that has next to no grounding in the plot, and I don’t know what else to tell you. It’s like Andy Nyman and Jeremy Dyson tacked the ending of a totally different film onto the end of Ghost Stories. Beats me.
The rest of it’s pretty good, though, per my Paste Magazine write-up.
A Constant Visual Feast 