Wish Upon

This horror flick is so predictable it feels not raw but antiseptic. A high school wallflower (Joey King) is transformed socially after her father (Ryan Phillippe) gives her an antique Chinese music box that grants its owner seven wishes, but she discovers there’s a blood price each time. In lockstep rhythm those close to her die one by one, though their fates are more choreographed than gory, director John R. Leonetti cutting away quickly from the splatter victims. Writer Barbara Marshall might have injected some mocking self-awareness of genre conventions; instead her screenplay is devoid of any spark, and death brings no terror.