BECKY is a grim little Z grade take on Home Alone that is abysmally self conscious and too genre reverential to be much good or much fun.

Brat bitch Becky is bereaved and behaving badly. She’s lost her mum to cancer and now her dad is affianced to a woman who has a little boy. Beck don’t want no little brother and certainly does not want a step mother. She’s got her attitude to keep her warm. And her dog.

Brought to a weekend getaway at a lake house by her father Jeff in an effort to try to reconnect after her mother’s death and attempt to Brady Bunch blend her with his new girlfriend and her young son, Becky bitches about her father’s betrayal and becomes intensely broody and unbearable.

The trip immediately takes a turn for the worse when a group of convicts on the run, led by the merciless neo Nazi Dominick, suddenly invade the lake house, looking for a mysterious key.

With a dead dog and a dead dad, Becky’s already red hot rage becomes unbridled, making Charles Bronson’s Death Wish character look like the Dali Lama.

Weaponised pencils, fishing tackle and an arsenal you might build from Bunnings, are utilised by the rampaging delinquent, as she eye gouges, knee caps, incinerates, outboards innards and generally annihilate this gang of goons.

Becky comes from the fetid minds of schlockmeisters, Cary Murnion & Jon Milott and stars horror genre ingenue, Lulu Wilson, scaring up another scare mongering star turn in the psycho stakes following roles in Ouija, Annabelle, and The Haunting of Hill House.

At best, BECKY is painting by numbers until there were none.