Iris (Freya Allan) is homeless and penniless. So when her estranged father (Peter Mullan) dies, leaving her a dilapidated tavern in Berlin, Iris dismisses the fact that it’s a glowering wreck of a building that soaks up light like blotting paper and moves straight in. Unfortunately, the place has a sitting tenant: a malevolent entity in the basement known as Baghead. And as we learn through extended chunks of unwieldy exposition, Baghead has the power to shapeshift and channel the dead, a service for which recently bereaved strangers such as Neil (Jeremy Irvine) are prepared to pay handsomely. Too incoherent to be frightening, too needlessly overplotted to make a great deal of sense.