The Haunting of Molly Hartley. I am in awe of the power it must have taken to compress a turd into DVD form, surely akin to the pressure that makes a diamond from a lump of coal although without the pretty results.
The same co-worker who dragged me to Twilight recommended this to me and I have to wonder what the hell happened to her brain. She must have been traumatized at a very early age to appreciate this kind of film.