There aren’t many explanations as to how this shoddy patchwork of ideas from better films (Don’t Look Now, The Wicker Man, The Sixth Sense and more) could have escaped going straight to DVD, and none of those are flattering. Or good enough. Rachel Carlson (Moore), successful author, tries to recover from the trauma of her young son’s death by drowning... by moving to a cottage in Scotland by the ocean.
This speaks volumes about Half Light’s internal logic — there isn’t any. It’s too busy trying to paste in so many stolen ideas, like a ransom note for your attention assembled from moments in classic movies. Throw in a kook medium, Celtic ghosties and locals who speak suspiciously in ‘the old tongue’, and what began as confused swiftly becomes laughable.