Broadly, this is a tale of ghosts, ghouls and bone collectors, set in Vancouver’s Chinatown. The film begins with three men hunting for bear somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, when suddenly the spooky black smoke out of Lost claims its first victim.

Cut to Singapore (or was it Shanghai? No matter, it’s clearly just an inside of a set filmed in B.C.), where a young boy reads tales of the “hungry month of the dead”, the month long holiday where our world comes closest to the spirit world. Flying to Vancouver to attend the funeral of the man killed while hunting, the boy soon discovers that he has the ability to see dead people.

From here, the film goes downhill even further. The mom starts to see dead people too, long-dead girls with inky arms and sliced open heads make an appearance, and, well, it all get very silly and maudlin. The performances aren’t terrible, and the film does get a bit atmospheric at times, but the trite direction, deplorable shock-tactics score and silly effects makes this a forgettable bore, all the worse for having been financed by the usual suspects of Canadian film funding.