Wish Upon Page #3

Synopsis: A teen girl discovers a magical box that will grant her seven wishes. As she uses her wishes for personal gain, bad things begin to happen to those around her. She discovers an evil entity lives inside the box and may be behind the gruesome deaths.
Director(s): John R. Leonetti
Production: Broad Green Pictures
 
IMDB:
5.1
Metacritic:
32
Rotten Tomatoes:
16%
PG-13
Year:
2017
90 min
$14,301,001
Website
805 Views


Oh!

Oh!

So, will you?

Will I, what?

Go out with me?

Look...

I know this is short notice but

Senior Scavenge is coming up,

I thought it would be fun if we went.

Paul, you just broke up with your girlfriend.

Plus, I already have a team... but thank you.

But, we can still go.

Yeah, I'll think about it.

- Yeah.

- (BELL RINGING)

Oh! Um...

I'll see you around.

(CHATTERING AND LAUGHING)

BOY :
Nice.

SKATEBOARDER :
Whoo!

- SKATEBOARDER :
That's it.

- CLARE :
Ryan!

What's the price?

Of?

Your cousin helping me translate something.

Ah... well.

She's a slut for wontons.

Oh?

Done, yeah.

- When can we go?

- Let's go right now!

Awesome.

# Baby, I was so sad #

# Stuck on the couch #

So... I'm waiting.

For?

An apology. Been waiting for years.

CLARE :
What did I do?

First grade. Sharing circle. You farted.

I did not fart!

You farted and you blamed it on me

and everyone called me McFarts

until, like, the sixth grade.

I'm sorry.

Are you really?

Yeah.

Then apology accepted.

But maybe in the multiverse,

it never happened.

Or it did happen and you farted,

blamed it on me and I got called McFarts.

Wait.

You dig on multiverses?

Yeah, I mean, the theory that,

you know, another you exists

in different circumstances

under different planes of reality,

yada, yada, yada.

Yeah, I dig.

Well, maybe in the multiverse,

neither of us farted.

Maybe we're even dating.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Hey, Gina, it's me. Let me up.

(DOOR BUZZES)

This.

Bitchin'.

CLARE :
Yeah, I don't know anything about it.

And I can't...

I can't really read what it says, but...

Can you open it?

Well, it looks like a

version of a Chinese Wish Pot.

They're pretty common actually.

You take a piece of paper,

write down your wish,

put it in the pot,

and wait for it to come true.

Let's see. This one.

It's heavy.

Okay, it promises to grant seven wishes.

And there are rules.

"Lay your hands upon me."

I guess you have to be touching it

to make a wish?

"Abandon, lose, or sell me

and all your wishes will be undone."

GINA :
Huh.

Yeah, and what does... What does this say?

That is not a word. It's a name.

"Lu Mei"?

"The legend of Lu Mei."

"In 1910, bubonic plague swept through

mainland China.

Lu Mei and her family were suspected

of being infected

so they were quarantined in a train car

where they died of heat stroke

and dehydration.

Lu Mei was the only survivor.

Local legend says she took the only

valuable thing the family owned,

a music box, and went to a temple

to pray for revenge.

She prayed for seven days and seven nights

and on the seventh night,

a Yaoguai answered."

"Yaoguai"?

A demon of the Chinese persuasion.

GINA :
If you believe in that sort of thing.

It says, "Lu Mei became very wealthy

and her enemies were vanquished.

In 1922, she died.

Suicide.

Opium."

Romantic.

RYAN :
So...

what do these numbers mean on the bottom?

I have no idea.

A mystery.

Um... It also says,

"When the music ends..."

something happens.

Like?

I don't know.

It could be a few different things but

my guy Mike at UWA, he's pretty smart, so

I will let you know what he says.

- CLARE :
Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Here, get this.

- Thanks.

All right. Well, me and my 'tons

need some time alone.

I prefer to destroy them in private.

Need anything else?

- No. We're out.

- GINA :
Cool.

- It was great to meet you.

- GINA :
You too.

Thanks.

Hey, hey.

She's cute. Ask her out.

I'm trying.

- Good luck.

- (DOOR CLOSES)

- Bye!

- GINA :
Bye.

Aww.

Mmmm... Yum!

# Drive... #

What's up?

Nothing. I just...

I feel like Lu Mei's box...

- God!

- RYAN :
Whoa.

(WHISTLE)

CARL :
Good stuff in here.

CLARE :
Dad, what are you doing?

Wha... What are you talking about?

I'm just hanging out with Carl,

picking up some stuff.

Dad, we live in a fricking mansion.

What else do you need?

Clare.

- It's not a big...

- No, forget about it.

# Just keep... #

# Keep me coming... #

You didn't see that.

No. Totally didn't see your dad

digging through the trash at all.

(SIGHS)

I wish that my Dad would just...

just stop being so embarrassing.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(THUNDER)

# Yo girl, colder than an ice cube #

# Yo girl, always got an attitude #

Mike, you are one prompt bastard.

# I ain't worried 'bout nothin', glitter #

# On my skin, makin' all the boys look #

Oh, well, that's messed up.

(TICKING AND WHIRRING)

(THUNDER)

(SIGHS)

Great.

You gotta be kidding me.

Ryan.

(THUNDER)

(OMINOUS WHIRRING AND TICKING)

(LOUD MUSIC BOX MUSIC PLAYING)

(SAXOPHONE MUSIC PLAYING)

Can I say something totally inappropriate?

Sure, go for it.

Your dad is, like...

serious hot sauce.

Like Sriracha hot.

(THUNDER)

Yes!

Yo, it's Ryan. Leave a message.

Hey, it's Gina.

I got that translation for you and...

- it's messed up.

- (THUNDER CRASHES)

F***! Um...

it's so messed up,

it's actually beginning to freak me out.

So, ah, call me back

as soon as you can and...

- (THUNDER CRASH)

- (GASPING)

(PHONE CLATTERS)

(GASPS)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(CREAKING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(LIGHTS FIZZLING AND TINKLING)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(STRANGLED GASPING AND SICKENING CRUNCH)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(MUSIC BOX MUSIC PLAYING)

(METALLIC CLICK)

Hey, Gina, it's me. Let me up.

Hello?

(FAINT RINGING)

(RINGING TONE)

Gina!

Gina!

Gina?

No. No, no, no, no!

F***!

Oh, my God!

- PAUL :
Oh, hey. How you doing?

- Good. How are you?

- I'm well. Where you going?

- Um...

just the class that we're in together.

Oh, yeah. Duh! I'll walk you there.

- Sounds great. Thanks.

- (BELL RINGING)

- RYAN :
Clare!

- Oh, hey, I'll see you at class.

- PAUL :
Okay. Sounds good.

- Ryan, where have you been?

Is everything okay?

Can I ask you something?

It's gonna sound so...

stupid and so crazy but, um...

You know that wish box your dad got you?

Have you made any wishes?

- What? Why?

- So, have you wished?

Why do you keep asking me that?

Why don't you answer?

Has it played any music yet?

Ryan, who cares? I...

"A blood price."

That phrase Gina couldn't quite translate.

It says...

"When the music ends,

the blood price is paid."

Um...

tell her I said thanks.

What? What is it?

Ah, she's, uh...

She's dead, Clare.

Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry. When did...

A few nights ago.

I don't even know what to say...

Did it play its music then?

(BELL RINGING)

I don't know what you're talking about.

How'd you get to live in that mansion, again?

We're gonna be late for class, Ryan.

Are you coming?

Have you?

Clare!

TEACHER :
We're going to be studying

southern China, the area of Guangzhou.

First we're going to start

with the northernmost state...

(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Clare!

Come join us.

- Um, Paul...

- Okay.

Oh, did that just happen?

I think so.

- GIRL :
Oh, oh.

- BOY :
Oh! Burn.

Still a nobody.

How's it feel, winner?

BOY :
We're outta here.

Haters gonna hate.

There's not much you can do about it.

(PHONE BEEPS)

I wish that I was

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Barbara Novak Marshall (March 5, 1944 – February 22, 2009) was an American television broadcast journalist and politician. She was elected three times to the Honolulu City Council in Honolulu, Hawaii following her retirement from broadcasting. Marshall was known throughout Hawaii for a long career as an investigative journalist, consumer advocate, documentary filmmaker, news anchor and reporter for KHON-TV television station. more…

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