Like reality TV itself, it felt lazy, vapid, and exploitative.

There may be some interesting elements of Alone at Night in isolation, but the connective tissue that makes them into a movie turns them into something borderline incoherent.

Made in the self-aware, meta-style of the 'Scream' movies, this slasher/whodunit has some wit and vigor, but in the end it's all flash, not dissimilar from the vapid reality show it purports to parody.

Giannopoulos isn’t cutting deep with the screenplay. He's after cheap thrills with formulaic material, which makes for a deflating viewing experience.