by Walter Chaw A Paperhouse/Coraline kind of movie that mixes all that familiar guff into a paste with the can't-leave-this-house crap from The Others and, oh, why not, Beetlejuice, too, Vincenzo Natali's follow-up to his unfairly-maligned Splice is the genuinely bad Haunter, which plays every bit like a collection of "Resident Evil" cut-scenes. Abigail Breslin is Lisa, a period-'80s teenager in a Siouxsie and the Banshees T-shirt who, in a real knee-slapper, deadpans that "meat is murder" to her mother's offer of meatloaf, because The Smiths, get it? Doesn't matter. What matters is that Haunter is a master of overstatement (it wouldn't surprise me if this Lisa is an homage to the Staci Keanan Lisa), even taking a moment at the end to pay tribute to Carpenter's Christine for really no other reason than that it can't help being hyperbolic: the screaming is screamier, the whispering is whisperier, and it doesn't rain, it pours. Lisa is trapped in the last day of her life with her family in a sort of Groundhog Day conceit, except that she's a ghost who eventually figures out that the same evil ghost dude guy has been killing young girls just like her for decades, and that it's up to her to break the cycle. This leads, of course, to a scene from the ending of Ghost--no, not that one, the one before it where the villain gets dragged to hell by bad special effects.