Feels largely indistinguishable from a video you would see in the waiting area at a gimmicky haunted house, except when it feels blatantly lifted from the game Soma. Almost never feels authentically 90s (is it that fucking hard to find an old camera?), and gets stupider the more you think about any part of it, but it also has some excellent gross-out gore, and Ryan Prows’ segment is surprisingly decent, replicating the SOV style without making it feel like a Snapchat filter. You do have to sit through the whole anthology to get to that segment, however, so viewer beware.
Added to my list of hilarious failures that I will bask in forever. Andrew Niccol doesn't understand Hollywood, popular culture, technology, psychology, women, children, or CGI. This list will expand with future viewings.
Also, if you drank every time someone in the film says Al Pacino's character's name, you would die.