The motifs are straight out of the Bible, of horror filmmaking: there’s the flat doll; a gardener; a spirit that invades a haunted home (in this case, a beach-house), and enters a human body with a hoarse voice. There’s the bunch of doubters, who don’t believe in ghosts for the same reason atheists don’t believe in God: never seen ‘em. The hero of course is the last to convert from his faith (or the lack thereof). He moves in to the new house with his family of four (wife, two kids). His sister and her partner visit them as well. The stage is set. There is, as the filmmaker realises, little on the screenplay, to direct them anywhere with. Too much raw-stock remains. Bouts of nothingness follow. Even visual jolts aren’t attempted. At one point, the filmmaker senses he’s had enough. He gets a party with the gang going at the beach. A full-on happy song (an instrumental track) is scored for fun.for further: www.hindustantimes.com/mayankshekhar/Mayank-Shekhar-s-Review-Phoonk-2/532143/H1-Article1-532137.aspx
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