Serviceable, but scarily low rent, Dear David proves that horror movies probably shouldn’t be based off Twitter threads… no matter how viral they be. To be fair, the concept of an anonymous social media handle haunting someone is half-way intriguing. At the very least, it should have been entertaining. Alas, the film (more times than not) abandons its self-aware cheekiness (it’s best parts for sure) for earnest scenes of frights. Unfortunately, those scares fail at every turn. Maybe it’s because it’s just too predictable, or that the lurking “evil” is lame? Either way, I doubt anyone will find themselves losing sleep over the “horror” on display. They smartly try to dig deep into the psyche of our protagonist, but the themes around “worthiness” and “self-sabotage” never really lead anywhere interesting. The movie also tries to send messages about the toxic online world and how we ultimately interact with it – but again, it’s too broad to mean anything. It doesn’t help that it’s also plays as an odd advertisement for BuzzFeed. With a more skilled director at the helm (and a less messy script), this might have been a proper palpable creeper. Instead, it’s just another ho-hum horror offering with little scream about.