The Pact is kind of a dumb movie, and that may be both its greatest failing and its greatest asset. It certainly doesn’t have the ingenious, everything-clicks-into-place
machinery of, say, The Turn of the Screw, nor does it have the pure shock orgy
of something like The Descent. Indeed, it’s full of
ostensibly risible plot holes and moments that make you actively question what
you’re seeing onscreen, and not in a good way. But for the most part the damn
thing just plain works. That is to say, it made me scared of my house in a way
that no other haunted house movie has in quite some time.
