Bertino's second directorial outing is bleak, thematically inarticulate, and maybe even broaching on needless. Yet for a more concentrated and effective delivery of his feel-bad approach to the genre, nothing quite matches the frenzied Mockingbird.

It's the baked chicken of horror, a C+ effort brought out when you have family over but it isn't a holiday.

...it's ultimately impossible to overlook the nonsensical manner in which the whole thing finishes.

Mockingbird plays like an over-bloated V/H/S anthology segment that wastes a jolting start on generic, recycled "found footage" tropes seen a billion times before.