In short: Camp Cold Brook (2018)

Among the most dangerous professions known to humanity – at least going by the movies I watch – is that of the TV show ghost hunter.

Case in point are the four bits of ghost fodder we encounter here, named Jack (Chad Michael Murray), Angela (Danielle Harris), Kevin (Michael Eric Reid) and Emma (Candice De Visser). Their show is floundering rather badly and won’t see a new season, but production lead Jack hopes that their last ghost adventure will be grand enough to ensure continued employment.

Emma’s found a rather interesting place to look for a haunting, a former summer camp that’s been empty ever since twenty or so kids died there, drugged into killing one another in ritual fashion. From a certain perspective, the team’s in luck, for the place is indeed haunted; from the more practical perspective of survival, things aren’t looking up, alas, for said haunting is highly malevolent and more than just a little murderous.

When you are working in certain horror sub-genres, delivering a solid and not particularly exciting but aggressively un-crap movie can push you right into the upper quality third of that genre. Such is the case with movies about ghost hunters becoming the ghost hunted and Andy Palmer’s Camp Cold Brook. Consequently, the film’s virtues aren’t  great new achievements in horror but a production team that seems to have done the due diligence of looking at what the greatest problems of other movies in their sub-genre are, and then simply worked to avoid them.

This may not sound like a spectacular achievement, but it’s quite the thing to find a ghost hunter movie whose characters are something akin to human beings with actual human motivations instead of total pricks who deserve everything they get. Sure, Jack, for example, doesn’t believe anymore in ever finding a haunting and is playing things up for the camera, but he comes over as a guy exhausted by a lack of success and having doubts of having a future career that would help feed his family rather than the megalomaniac arse the team leader usually is in these films. Why, one might even go as far as not to want him killed by ghosts. The characters aren’t terribly deep, yet at least they are characters.

Neither the film’s backstory nor the hauntings themselves are nail biters, though the backstory isn’t quite as played out as usual, and Palmer does know how to stage a bread and butter haunting competently enough, with perhaps even one or two scenes I’d describe as somewhat creepy; the filmmaking’s cheap yet solid.


There’s not much else to the film, but what there is turns out to be perfectly sufficient for an okay time.