What hurts more to watch: a bad movie, or a below-average adaptation of a great movie? The Uninvited is a cliched piece of PG-13 horror shit from start to finish, with the faintest glimmers of Tale of Two Sisters' strengths peppered in between it all. Perhaps the film's only inspired choice was the casting of Emily Browning, who seems to be making her Hollywood bread and butter by playing heroines of total absence. As a broken, withdrawn, vacant shell of a girl, she excels - I'm not sure how much Browning herself is actually contributing to her portrayal, or if we are simply seeing a very boring pretty girl imrpinted on celluloid, but she works out half-decently here. The ending is a mess, especially by the standards of its predecessor's far more intelligent and bitter conclusion, and it more or less wastes the rest of its strong cast. David Straithairn is a phantom; Elizabeth Banks, despite a thankless role and some unforgivably clumsy writing, actually pulls off a performance of some ambiguity here. Surprising work, but only within the frame of a thoroughly awful, unsurprising mess of a movie.