In the horrifically genric-titled The Night Visitor (2013), a suburban couple (i.e., upscale snobs) hire a New Age spiritualist (i.e., creatively employed hippie) to assist with their troubled marriage (i.e., not enough time to shop for the latest things to outdo their neighbors.)
The lazy “spiritualist” advises them to videotape their lives, 24 hours a day to get a visual on why they can’t seem to get along. What they discover is their son is having conversations with an unseen entity (i.e., cheap special effect).
Didn’t see that one. Apparently, not deemed worthy enough to play at the multi-screen cineplex at the mall where I should for things I don’t need to show up my snobby neighbors.
Now comes the sequel: The Night Visitor 2: Heather’s Story (2015), which tells us about Heather, a “special” (i.e., more supernatural powers than everyone else) young girl who must protect her family and the planet from the same other-earthly being.”
So there’s the hook – it appears Ricky, the kid from the first movie, has been talking to aliens, not ghosts, even though the new trailer looks like it was photocopied from Paranormal Activity (2009). (I’m not sure how I feel about that. But hey, the sequel is said to delve deeper into the mysteries that originally plagued the Stevens family and their son with the help of a psychic/medium (i.e., creatively employed hippie with slacks).
Might have to go back and watch the first one and, by extension, the second one, just to find out how much the spiritualist and psychic medium charge for their services. Might be time for a career change as full-timin’ it on my couch watching horror movies ain’t putting gluten on the table.
P.S. There are eight movies titled The Night Visitor, dating back to 1971. Maybe even earlier, but you get my snarky insinuation. There may even be a pile of books with that title as well. I don’t know for sure as I can’t read. Oh, I fake it good; but I’m the type of guy who moves his lips while looking at pictures. It sometimes helps to sound things out.