Gore Verbinski’s stylish, icky but seriously overlong modern Gothic sends Dane DeHaan’s obnoxious Wall Street gun to an Alpine spa to retrieve his firm’s CEO (Harry Groener) in time to complete a major deal. For two hours of the runtime, the writer/director skilfully applies all the tools at his disposal to create a high-altitude world that’s queasy with atmospherics and riddled with mysteries, most fronted by the spa’s enigmatic head (Isaacs). Think a Bram Stoker reworking of The Shining or, if you will, ‘Shutter Highland’. Unfortunately, the plot turns out to be thinner than the air, as a final act unfolds that’s so jarring it feels
like it’s been bolted on from an entirely different movie.