How far off the mark is a film when even the prospect of watching Paris Hilton stalked, terrorized and violently snuffed--in a red bra-and-panty set, no less--fails to viscerally deliver its audience-pleasing promise? Way off.
Watching feardotcom is like watching a B-movie plot play out in what looks like an art house film, but if you let go of the plot and allow yourself to be absorbed into the film's corny, albeit creepy, concept, it's not a bad ride.