A plus for the film is the character of Tun. So often these Asian Ghost stories leave it to the young pretty girls to be haunted at every turn. As played by Everingham, there’s a very convincing ambiguity to Tun that is strangely engaging. As the de facto hero, you expect him to be sympathetic; then again, you have to remind yourself that he convinced his girlfriend to leave the scene of a hit and run and then pretended like nothing happened afterwards. As the other lead, Jane mostly drifts in and out of the film, appearing whenever the script needs someone to prod the narrative onto the next plot point. Which is probably for the best, as Thongmee is either shockingly untalented as an actress or so talented that she is utterly convincing as a character with no personality, not to mention a singular facial expression that is a cross between perpetually scared and perpetually confused. I’m going with the latter.