A group in their twenties has secured what’s described as a "literal" mansion – though the term seems misused – and are enjoying drinks outside while airing tiresome relationship problems. The characters, who appear to represent every conceivable politically correct demographic, seem destined for misfortune. As the title suggests, something wicked is coming. While searching the house for more alcohol, they discover a locked room filled with occult objects, including a distinctive set of tarot cards. Against better judgment, and in a characteristic display of disregard, they insist that Haley (Harriet Slater) read their fortunes. Soon after, people begin dying, mirroring the predictions from the tarot reading. As the group diminishes in a gruesome fashion, they recognize the need for assistance and, through an internet search, locate a woman (Olwen Fouéré) who reveals the dark history of the cards and suggests that destroying them might be their only hope. The question then becomes whether they can last long enough to return home. There’s absolutely nothing new here; this is familiar territory we've explored many times before. Even the interactions between the characters are as predictable as the ending itself. While the candle-lit visuals occasionally impress, the acting is subpar and the overall atmosphere feels like a college party, prompting me to check the time after just thirty minutes. It’s disappointing because the astrology and mythology connected with tarot cards had the potential for something substantial, but instead we are presented with an uninspired and conventional horror film that lacks originality.

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