Ignoring the fact that other unrelated films of same name exist, Spenser Cohen and Anna Halberg's feature-length debut (which they also wrote), is based on John Peel's 1992 novel Horrorscope (under the pen name of Nicholas Adams).
Harriet Slater - Haley
Jacob Batalon - Paxton
Avantika Vandanapu - Paige
Adain Bradley - Grant
Humberly González - Madeline
Wolfgang Novogratz - Lucas
Larsen Thompson - Elise
Olwen Fouéré - Alma Astryn
Summary
A group of friends discover a deck of mysterious tarot cards in the basement of a house and Haley uses them to read horoscopes, including her own.
The next day, monstrous versions of respective cards such as The High Priestess, The Fool, The Hanged Man, The Hermit etc cause people to die, exactly as readings predicted.
Out of desperation, Haley and co visit occultist expert Alma Astryn for help. She identifies the cards belonged to an 18th century Astrologer who before committing suicide, bound her spirit to the dead and cursed the deck to kill anyone who touches them.
In order to change their fate, the deck must be destroyed.
When that fails, another strategy is employed.
The dark design of fate
While better than Slender Man, Truth or Dare (2018) and The Bye Bye Man (which I'm still receiving therapy for), generic yarn was still fucking awful.
Final Destination-esque approach could've been fun, but is ruined by piss poor execution.
Kills are boring, monsters suck and performances are spectacularly erratic.
At one point, comedy character Paxton announces something like:
"I'm gonna go back to my room, lock myself in there and wait for this shit to blow over."
The preferred plan of action in Shaun of the Dead:
"Take car. Go to mum's. Kill Phil, grab Liz, go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over."
How's that for a slice of fried gold?
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