The script is just as lazy as the acting, leaning on a fitfully applied, Scream-esque meta subplot to justify why the hell we're all here in the first place.

The Awakening often feels as if it's starting all over again from scene to scene, drinking in Belle as she wanders one shadowy corridor after another.

The Awakening suffers in large part because Khalfoun sticks to familiar possession tropes, but also because he refuses to embrace the interesting facets of his narrative...The result is bland; this is a movie that just is.

She (Bella Thorne) is the clichéd Goth girl incarnate, made even more laughable by the fact that almost no teenager in 2017 still wears the studded belts and corset tops that is Belle's "sad girl" costume.