After the accidental death of their six-year-old daughter, the Hughes family escape their busy upscale suburban life and head to their isolated cottage for some quality time.

An evening with their friendly neighbours is suddenly interrupted when one mans obsession with perfection escalates into a violent struggle.

This forces the families to go beyond what they ever thought they were capable of in order to survive.......

First off, never get friendly with a man who drops off wood for no reason outside your door at an unearthly hour. He is going to be a nutter.

Secondly, you are going through the grieving process, why invite a family round for dinner?

This, and many other questions go unanswered in this mundane, wannabe house invasion thriller, which tries to hark back to Funny Games, and Desperate Hours, but just becomes desperate.

The characters are boring, wholly unlikable, and bitter, and by the second act, you couldn't care less who survives and who buys it.

The acting is mundane, Blair looks like she's been dug up, and the rest of the cast falter.

Stick with Haneke's Funny Games, either version is better than this.