"This old lady told me, if I ain't got nothin' good, say nathan..."
The problem I find with films of the modern age is the need to say something, when they've got nothing to say.
The deception of using subtext to fool folks into believing they're watching something that is of substance and purpose, and not simply a numbing agent on the palate to cover up the insipid taste of the art; the inability to illustrate three-dimensional characters and draw a story-arc without the stencil of social commentary.
Some of the best horror films stand on their own merits by purely being able to induce fear, without throwing smoke and mirrors at the screen.
And this is where this film falls flat on its face, trying to play hop-scotch with rape culture, gentrification, and the male-female dynamic of safety/danger. It's tacky to use these issues as dress-up, rather than fleshing them out and exploring them. If you can't say anything meaningful, than just leave the shyt out.