Either the director of A Haunting In Connecticut thinks that The Amityville Horror is the greatest film ever made...or he's never seen it, or any other haunted house movie. Ever. It's like he's obtained the Universal Playbook of making haunted house movies and he's following it...step by step.
It's just overwhelmed by lack of originality. There's the huge, decaying, creepy middle american house that the property developer want's to sell cheap and fast. There's the hidden clues under the floorboards and the unnaturally freaky basement. There's the loyal exorcist. There's even the bog standard exposition scene as the family research old newspaper clippings for the cause of their mishaps. The film-makers try to, unsucessfully, make us think that the ghosts are all the hallucinations of the eldest son whose receiving cancer treatment. Yawn.
No good scares. No fresh story. No outstanding performances. This film exists in the ghostly netherworld of mediocrity. Somebody get an exorcist and put it out of its misery.
