This film is 93 minutes of witnessing ongoing willful self-delusion.

Rating: 1/10 (13 September 2016)

This is a psychological drama where the protagonist refuses to resolve her own self-generated difficulties. There was no character to identify with in the film. As the film progressed to the ten minute mark, my empathetic response to the self- destructive protagonist had already evaporated. So, who cares?
Netflix classifies this hot mess as Thriller, Independent Thriller, Psychological Thriller. At least they did not mark it as 'horror.' Also, Thriller? Really? There is nothing thrilling (or even engaging) about this descent into the outer boundaries of stupidity.
The Movie Database (TMDb) calls it Drama (yes), Thriller (no), and Horror (no). The film had no body horror, no serial killers, no gore-fest. The madness aspect was all fake, so the supposed supernatural elements were each and every one fake. What aspect of horror is this misstep supposed to represent?
Rotten Tomatoes marked the genres as Drama, Horror, Mystery and Suspense. There is no suspense here since there were no real threats involved. The protagonist's pathology was set clearly during the first 45 seconds. The mystery, I suppose, was whether she would decide to get well. The other mystery is why RT rated this dog so highly.
There are so many dull stretches in this film. At times I thought I was watching Paranormal Activity without the jump scares. Also, watching full-screen, low resolution badly taped ancient television is just boring, whether or not the protagonist thinks she sees something in the childish images. There is nothing there, just the wandering consciousness of a sleep-deprived weakling who has given up on life.