My quick rating – 1.4/10. Umm, Livestream. Where do I even begin? Perhaps with a heartfelt plea: please let the blonde one die first. Not even sixty seconds in, and I was already hoping she’d trip over a ring light and plummet into the nearest open grave.
This isn’t a movie. It’s a punishment. A 91-minute hostage situation in which you’re stuck watching five of the most insufferably loud, narcissistic, screeching attention whores scream over each other like it’s an audition for who can be the worst person alive. The movie is basically: “What if you went to hell, but it was a Twitch stream with no escape?”
The first sixty minutes consist solely of these human migraine triggers yelling, arguing, doing TikTok begging for likes, and clout-chasing in an Airbnb house that, spoiler alert, is about as haunted as a Walmart breakroom. And just to rub salt in your psychological wounds, there’s a constant live comment feed scrolling up the side of the screen, as if the movie wasn’t already irritating enough. Watching it feels like the YouTube comments section has come to life, with everyone involved actively trying to suck out your will to live.
The synopsis lies to your face: “Livestreamers embark on a haunted house challenge.” Ha! Where, pray tell? All I saw was a group of influencer rejects filming each other being annoying in a place with less atmosphere than an IKEA showroom. There’s exactly one creepy moment in the film, and it has absolutely nothing to do with anything else. I’m not even sure the editors noticed it happened, yet they jammed it in the trailer.
When things finally start happening, it’s accompanied by some of the most painful, over-exaggerated “scared” acting I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen more convincing terror from people reacting to slightly spicy salsa. These aren’t characters, they’re walking memes. And not even good ones. More like cursed audio you can’t mute.
And yes, I’ll say it: Amityville Vibrator was more coherent, more entertaining, and infinitely more honest about its intentions. At least that film didn’t pretend to be anything other than schlocky nonsense. Livestream thinks it’s making a statement. What it’s actually making is a strong case for burning the found-footage genre to the ground and salting the earth.
Final verdict? This isn’t just a #turkey — it’s the whole rotten barnyard. Watch the trailer if you must, but for the love of all things sacred, do not press play on the full movie unless you’re conducting a psychological endurance test. And if you do, well, no one to blame but yourself.
I was going to warn you NOT to rent from Amazon, but they aren’t even carrying this trash. Justwatch