In “I am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House,” a Netflix original movie, a woman named Lilly (Ruth Wilson) is hired as a live-in nurse for a famous author, Iris Bloom (Paula Prentiss). While being there, Lilly finds reasons to believe that the house may be haunted.

This movie relies on atmosphere and imagery to keep its audience focused, and I understand why. Lilly is one of the dullest and most dreadful characters that I have ever seen on screen. She was given nothing to do and when it came time for her to read lines (which were poorly written) it came out as if she had a mouth full of marbles.

There is a moment when Lilly is in the kitchen talking to her friend and the conversation starts by Lilly saying, “I’m in the kitchen.” A pause for whatever the friend said follows, and Lilly’s response is, “because the phone is in the kitchen.” This scene alone was so painful to watch. However, a lot of the conversations in this movie are like the kitchen scene, in which the plot does not move forward in anyway shape or form. It almost put me to sleep.

The only other character that Lilly communicates with is Iris, and she didn’t have lines until halfway through the film, when most people would have checked out. However, when the giant “scare” moment came, it was fantastic and quite unique in its delivery.

That being said, it could not save this movie at all. Once the moment was over, it went back to dull, flat acting and no score. There were silent scenes of just nothingness-no dynamics or interesting additions to the plot.

“I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House” was like watching paint dry. After watching this movie I decided I could have pressed play and then watched the first five minutes, fall asleep, and wake up to the big reveal and not miss a thing. While I had high hopes for the Netflix original movie, it was a complete let down.