From the Daily Dot
Bad horror movies always have a chance to salvage something if the kills are creative, and a few of the offings here fit the bill. There are arterial sprays that would make Quentin Tarantino smile. But this campy flick from music video director McG about a babysitter with a fetish for human sacrifice can't get out of its own way: bad dialogue, bad acting, painfully self-aware jokes that play on horror clichés. It's like going trick-or-treating and coming home to find out your bag is mostly full of Tootsie Rolls.