So basically, this suicidal loser (not a dig at suicidal people, this guy is genuinely also a loser) somehow has what appears to be a mix of that hyperdimensional thing from the twilight zone behind his bed. I find many things wrong with this. But worse, it turns out his sister accidentally drank one of his death potions and came back to life herself through the hellgina. Okay, so it works for anyone that dies in that apartment. It also turns out that it goes all resident evil on you if someone dies and is brought back to life while it is birthing a new clone. seriously, the landlord just goes full on murder zombie until he just dies. like...wtf? you would think if there was someone or something at the other end of that hole in the wall, they'd have safeguards against that. And finally, the movie ends with the most disappointing BS ending possible: the sister crawls into the hellgina, and finds herself surrounded by something that has her in stunned silence, but if you ever want to know what it is, no, because that would have been the movie's saving grace. Oh and when she discovered you can't leave the apartment after being cloned, why did she not do the obvious thing and just call the cops? at least the landlord tried to before they stopped him. Oh and he's not "surrounded" by dead copies of himself, he's got like four or five or so dead dupes of himself. And not for long since they hack the bodies up and toss them in a dumpster, which is the stupidest possible thing to do.
After Becca receives a distressing call from her suicidal brother Richie, she rushes over to his apartment and finds him alive and well - surrounded by copies of his own dead body.
August 12, 2020