An interesting premise goes to waste in Blumhouse’s horror reimagining of the 1977 television series, Fantasy Island. This adaptation keeps the bones of the original: strangers arrive at a mysterious island run by Mr. Roarke (Michael Peña) where they’re told that their wildest fantasies will be brought to life, but as each fantasy begins, they quickly realize that some dreams are better left unfulfilled. The problem with Fantasy Island is that it can’t commit. It has scary moments, but they’re not scary enough to be horror. It has jokes (most of which are told by two of the only interesting characters: Jimmy O. Yang as Brax Weaver/Tattoo and Ryan Hansen as J. D. Weaver), but it’s not funny enough to be a comedy. There is magic, but we’re led to believe this isn’t magic even though the story makes no sense in reality. Even the fantasies of each character don’t quite add up. The concept of wish fulfillment is a compelling one, but the film blows past an opportunity to explore that. By its end, Fantasy Island is just another cautionary tale against remakes.