NOTE: I composed this review a month or so ago and have absolutely no recollection of writing it. I came across it in my blog drafts and after a couple dozen requests from my twitter followers, I'm releasing it here for you all to see. Be warned: alcohol is a hell of a drug.

So the one thing I've noticed more than anything, is that Camilla Belle is the WORST babysitter ever. It's been about an hour and she hasn't even checked the kids. I'm sorry, but as a legally registered daycare provider, you can check a God damn room without waking them. There's a way to check the room without screaming and causing a ruckus, so you should be fired already. I'm surprised these rich assholes don't have nanny cams hidden in the damn wallpaper lining and are calling every twenty seconds to tell you how their soy-allergen children need you to filter their bottled water. Regardless, this film was made after 2005 so can we just discuss that NO ONE USES A LANDLINE. If she wasn't suspicious and freaked out by random calls to a landline phone, she's a god damn idiot. These folks are RICH, chances are they have their blue tooths or whatever glued to their heads, NO ONE is going to call their landline. So her character can't use her cell phone, right? I'm sorry, I understand your cell went over minutes, but that doesn't render it useless. Chances are, your douchebag friends/boyfriend aren't going to be considerate enough to call the landline of the home you're watching, considering they weren't nice enough to be careful about your minutes in the first place. I'm really into continuity, but apparently the director was not. Add that to the fact that the police are uncontentious and also totally cool with swearing and we've gotten ourselves a movie. Can I just say how much I love the red squiggly line spellcheck thing? It's seriously saving my ass right now. Moving on. If these people are rich enough to have a maid that cleans everything including the kitchen sink, why don't they have a nanny? CONTINUITY, DO YOU SPEAK IT MOTHERFUCKER?!
So then out of nowhere her ex-bff shows up? Wait. What? They're fighting. Blondie bits played a few rounds of tonsil hockey with Browilla Belle's boy toy and now she shows up to apologize? Does this screenwriter understand how teenagers work? These bitches would be passive aggressively talking about each other on facebook, eerrr...at this time it would have been myspace. The fact that she showed up to make amends and apologize is far less believable than Browilla Belle thinking she doesn't need to check the children. I have an idea. From now on, filmmakers have to meet with actual teenagers before writing teenage characters. If this behavior was performed, we wouldn't have Diablo Cody dialogue or When a Stranger Calls behavior. Sound good? Okay.
That concludes a less than sober review of the remake of When A Stranger Calls. I imagine this would have been far better suited as a vlog. Let me know what you'd prefer in the comments section.
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