My mother always taught me that if you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all. This is all well and good in theory, but in practice, attempting to follow these principles can prove to be quite the challenge. Such is the case when you're tasked with reviewing a movie like The Unborn.
As much as I'd love to tell you that Hollywood's seasonal crapfest—dubbed the "dump months"—has officially ended with JUMPER, the disappointment continues with this middling ...