Ughhhh. I do not like this movie. I spent almost every second of it angry. For the first half I despised every scene with the Father James character cuz he was just so touchy feely and "stop being hysterical" with Julia. Then when they reveal, in a very anticlimactic way, that he's the killer all along, he gets even more touchy feely but also "crazzzzzzzzyyy kooky psycho!" Ugh. Fine, he's the bad guy so I'm supposed to hate him through and through I guess? It was so uncomfortable I couldn't help but think sometimes it was just the actor wanting to hug and squeeze and smell the beautiful lead. That's how off-putting it was. If there had been just a single mention in the first half that "hey, Father James is a little handsy and it makes me uncomfortable," I'd be totally fine with this movie because then it would all line up with the character. Instead I'm just cringing all the way through feeling sorry for Trish Everly that she has to let this creep squeeze her all the damn time. The stuff with the deaf children was surprisingly touching for such a snooze of a picture and I suppose since it went into production first (or at the same time) as Happy Birthday To Me I can't get mad at them for the ending. But I think time has awarded Happy Birthday to Me as the necessary viewing for this type of ending.