Like some unholy fusion of Resident Evil and Dance Moms, Abigail dares suggest that the only thing scarier than a haunted house is one that’s also occupied by a pissed-off tween ballerina with an emotionally absent, narcissistic parent. It’s not wrong, but there’ll be no Abby Lee Miller showing up to discipline the kid, or protect the dim-bulb adults in attendance from falling victim. It is perhaps a shame that the entire marketing campaign for Abigail places its delicious end-of-first-act... Read this story
