Save for a surprisingly effective sequence shot inside a church, “One Missed Call” manages the spectacular feat of being totally devoid of scares, content instead to dole out the same tired scare tactics and chintzy effects that have been a staple of the supernatural genre for God knows how long. Word of mouth describes the original “One Missed Call” as a second-rate “Ringu” rip-off, but it’s difficult to imagine that film comparing to the levels of derivation and bumbling idiocy boasted by Eric Valette’s film. Like “Catacombs,” “One Missed Call” devolves into a film about Shannyn Sossamon crawling around in the dark, but not before we’re introduced to her gaggle of insufferable — and stupid to the point of parody — friends, all of whom begin to fall victim to a mysterious phenomenon, phone calls of their own apparent voices warning of their deaths. This is “The Ring” meets “Final Destination” with a flimsy subplot involving a disturbed little girl thrown in to pad out this superficial thriller’s runtime. Pseudo-ominous dreck dumbed-down to such an incredible degree that it would require watching if it weren’t so trying a task — it ain’t so bad it’s good, it’s bad.
Sossamon gets by on her looks, while no one else deserves a name mention.
It’s for the little kids, really.