I love B horror. This was not a B flick. Angel Aviles portrays a mother that has just lost her only child and has no resemblance of grief in her tone or actions. Jose Rosete gave a barely passable performance, at least giving the impression of a grieving father. The phony delivery of self-importance from (I think) Elias Castillo as the clairvoyant was ridiculous. Typically, bad acting in a B flick is an over-the-top delivery that results in a comedic effect. Sometimes intentional, sometimes not; either way, it's that over-the-top effect that can make a B flick really stick out. Sadly, the actors in this film were likely doing their best. Indie films can often hold hidden gems in actors, or storyline, or directing - this one did not. The director holding a camera shot for 20+ seconds, repeatedly, in order to force the viewer to "notice" something is the same as hitting someone over the head and shouting, "Pay attention, stupid!" It's insulting to the audience, especially when so over used. The story itself was so generic with absolutely nothing notable or unique. All I came away with was a feeling of - what a waste, I'll never get that hour and a half back again.