I'm rarely surprised. Any twist, any out-of-left-field turn of events that you choose to put into a horror movie, I probably saw it coming. Sure, that's the voice of an elitist film nerd, but I'll bet that if you're reading this, you're the same way. You pick up the clues, even the slightest accidents of storytelling, and extrapolate where its going by cross-referencing it with your expansive database of fright flicks. It's kind of a drag, really. Not to go off on a tangent, but when you start dissecting any particular genre, it loses a lot of it's mystery. That makes the genuine surprises all the more exciting when they happen, which brings me to Marc Roussel's Remote.

On a cold February night, Matt loses his cable signal during a severe snowstorm. He's left with channel after channel of static, until he comes across a station that is the mirror image of his apartment, but 30 years in the past. He soon discovers that he can communicate with Justine, the young woman residing in the apartment on the television. As the two get to know each other, Matt discovers that Justine died on that very night 30 years ago. Now, armed with that knowledge, can he change her fate?

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categories Reviews, Horror