Starts off like one of the more middling Stephen King adaptations of the '80s and '90s. Plagued by a cast of nobody actors delivering dialog that just wasn't able to make the jump from page to screen with any sort of grace, but still entertaining thanks to an intriguing premise that raises a lot of questions you want to know the answers to. Once the mystery is gone so is the magic unfortunately. The more the film reveals, the more it loses its way as plotholes begin to surface and it tries to hammer home its half-baked metaphor with tasteless shock value, which Joe Hill (King's son and the novella's co-author) has dabbled in before. Officially ending Netflix's winning streak with the prolific horror author.