Some review here said it was. No it's not.

I was looking for a silly B-movie horror flick to pass the time before dinner. I brought out Netflix and and 15 mins fast forwarded a bit. For the first 15 mins nothing of note happened. Apart from clichés, bad acting, bad filming and more bad acting. And clichés. Unfortunately nothing more seems to be happening apart from the above and bad plot logic (like 4 guys sitting in a room when things go *BUMP* somewhere in a supposedly empty house without anyone actually reacting to this).

I've given it a "2" out of kindness and because there are worse wastes of time out there. Possibly not many, but they do exist. Avoid!

Paige (Marina Petrano) parties in Borely Forest and gets a poltergeist attached to her. It is a bit annoying, like her acting, but then things get worse as she looks for solutions.

This is another low budget film with the name "poltergeist" in the title. To cover all the bases the forest was home to a Satanic cult, Civil War battle, and Indian burial ground and that slasher thing. Marina Petrano reminds me a of Lindsey Lohan. Paige has friends who help her, a brother, a semi-love interest, and parents who keep her grounded.

The production suffered from low budgetgeist. It lacked dialogue and people who could deliver it. In 1951 people didn't say, "This was the worse day ever." More like, "This was the worse day I ever had." Of course that is a minor criticism of our young authors.

Guide: No F-bombs, sex, or nudity. Bad shower tease.

Teenager Paige Pritchard (foxy redhead Marina Petrano) and her friends find themselves being stalked and terrorized by an angry unrestful spirit after Paige desecrates the place in the woods where the ghost dude died.

Boy, does this steaming pile of celluloid excrement strike out something terrible in every possible way: The dull and uninvolving story plods along at a painfully lethargic pace, the slack (non)direction fails to generate any essential tension or creepy atmosphere, the cinematography looks smeary and washed-out, the flat acting from the lame no-name cast adds further abject insult to already appalling injury, the chintzy (markedly less than) special effects appear to have been done on a budget of about fifty cents, and there's even a groan-inducing "it ain't over yet!" surprise ending that leaves the door wide open for a sequel which thankfully never got made. To sum up, watching this hideously tedious clunker is about as fun and exciting as seeing mold grow on old rotten wood for an hour and forty minutes straight.