Zach Donohue's debut feature ingeniously uses only computer images to tell its tale.

False leads superfluously string the protagonist along; it feels as though the writers have padded the script rather than showed off their cleverness.

There are almost no real shocks or scares to rattle you out of the stupor that inevitably develops from observing someone else fiddle with their laptop for much of the running time.

As pointless and erratic as actually surfing ChatRoulette for 75 minutes, and the film constantly cheated its premise.