“I have been to hundreds of houses, countless seances, and I have never yet seen something that can’t be explained in rational terms. The people I’ve met all have one thing in common… pain.”

American leading man, saucy leading lady, 1920s setting, English countryside, spooky goings-on. This could have been made by Hammer in the mid-1960s. Instead it's a quaint look back at a movie making time long gone, with some absolutely terrible CGI effects at the end.

If they'd stuck a bit closer to the book, kept it in the present day and left in some of author James Herbert's trademark uncompromising violence, things might have been a bit better.

However, it's worth a look. Aidan Quinn is a man haunted by his dead sister, yet insists on debunking the idea of ghosts whenever he can. He's contacted by an elderly woman who reckons she's plagued by evil spirits, and travels into the Great British Countryside to sort her out.

Once there he meets up with nanny and the family she shares a house with. But all is not right - out of the three youngsters in the house, one bloke's a complete loon, another's a bit evil, and the girl (Kate Beckinsale) seems a bit too close to her brothers (especially the loon).

After much strange goings-on, it turns out that it's Beckinsale and her brothers who are the ghosts, after dying in a fire many years ago. It's all very nice, a bit like a grownup version of The Amazing Mr Blunden, and brings to mind old classics like The Devil Rides Out and The Ghoul. However, it's not particularly gripping.