Synopsis
You call. They'll answer.
When a group of friends discover how to conjure spirits using an embalmed hand, they become hooked on the new thrill, until one of them goes too far and unleashes terrifying supernatural forces.
2022 Directed by Michael Philippou, Danny Philippou
When a group of friends discover how to conjure spirits using an embalmed hand, they become hooked on the new thrill, until one of them goes too far and unleashes terrifying supernatural forces.
Sophie Wilde Alexandra Jensen Joe Bird Otis Dhanji Miranda Otto Zoe Terakes Chris Alosio Marcus Johnson Alexandria Steffensen Ari McCarthy Sunny Johnson James Oliver Cass Cumerford Jett Gazley Kitt Erhart-Bruce Hamish Phillips Kidaan Zelleke Sarah Brokensha Jayden Davison Jodie Dry Frances Cassar Kelly Butler Ava Stenta Harli Ames Leeanna Walsman Kerry Reid Robin Northover Jacek Koman Helene Philippou Show All…
Miranda Otto Phil Hunt Compton Ross Jeff Harrison Daniel Negret Stephen Kelliher Michael Philippou Danny Philippou Ari Harrison Dale Roberts Sophie Green John Dummett Noah Dummett
Paul Lightfoot Mike Duncan Mark Duncan Jesse Rowles Cory Beeston Daisy Fryer Ella Fenwick Alek Skar Tess Malpas Craig Morgan
Causeway Films Metrol Technology Screen Australia South Australian Film Corporation Bankside Films Head Gear Films Adelaide Film Festival Investment Fund
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I hate when the demon inside of me makes me do unholy things to white boys feet... I hate that shit soooo much omg.
If you use Snapchat in 2023 you deserve to die tbh
Nah but 15 year old me is so happy to see RackaRacka go from YouTube to the big screen finally. hope to see a lot more from them soon
But I am telling you right now, that motherfucker, that motherfucker back there is not real!
Horror movies can be many things. They can be shocking. They can be campy. They can be spooky. They can have cheap scares. They can be “elevated”. They can be downright gross. But, while I love and cherish each one of those things, every now and then there comes a film that reminds you why the genre is actually called horror.
And this one right here rattled me to my fucking core.
Its allegorical themes are nothing new—longing to escape the grief of your own tragic reality via a parallel for drug abuse—and its possession tropes don’t break any molds (I mean, how is this not just Ouija, Truth or Dare, or Smile?). But it has three things going for…