We've gotten particularly nasty Ghostfaces two years in a row, but since their creator's passing, the actual films seem trapped in a creative rut, doomed to sacrifice the slick edge that the series was once celebrated for in service of broad appeal.

Director Scott Mann creates some dizzying heights, but fails to lay the groundwork necessary for its committed actresses to really plant their feet on, resulting in a flick that's fun to gawk at for a while, but ultimately tires itself out trying to keep pace.