A Haunted House (2013)

A Haunted House is the kind of shameless, anything-goes spoof that takes the “found-footage” horror craze and gleefully drags it through the gutter—then asks you to laugh at the mess. Marlon Wayans plays it with fearless commitment, turning every bump in the night into a chance for escalating absurdity, while the movie’s faux-documentary style keeps the jokes coming fast and uncomfortably close. It’s loud, raunchy, and often hilariously imaginative in how it twists familiar paranormal tropes into crude punchlines, especially once the “experts” show up and everything goes delightfully off the rails. Fair warning: if you don’t enjoy heavy sexual humor, profanity, and intentionally tasteless comedy, it’ll be a hard pass—but if you want a silly, unfiltered late-night laugh that doesn’t pretend to be classy, it delivers.

A Haunted House is trying to be a fast, trashy send-up of found-footage horror like Paranormal Activity, swapping scares for Marlon Wayans’ anything-goes, bedroom-and-bodily-function comedy. The problem is it leans so hard on crude sex jokes, slurs, and repetitive gross-out bits that the parody often feels lazy rather than clever, and the “haunting” becomes an excuse to keep resetting the same gag with more volume. If you like your spoofs mean, raunchy, and unapologetically juvenile, you’ll probably get a few laughs, and Wayans has enough energy to keep it moving. If you’re hoping for smart satire, genuinely spooky horror-comedy, or humor that doesn’t rely on shock and vulgarity, this is very likely to waste your time.