Are the neighbors snoring? No, they are snarling, and frothing, and attacking!

“Quarantine,” a pseudo-documentary horror film directed by John Erick Dowdle, opens with a TV reporter, Angela, played by an enjoyable Jennifer Carpenter, and a camera operator, Scott (Steve Harris), pursuing a team of firemen that had received a complaint with regard to an old woman suffering from psychological disorders. They arrive at a creepy looking building in which chaos seems to have been unleashed and find, to their surprise, numerous residents who don’t look human anymore.

Scott’s camera continues to run and tapes how the purely odd situation becomes more like a blood-spattered pandemonium, as an inexplicable infection extends and officials of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention lock the edifice. Wow, that’s what I call promptitude!

Reminiscent of “Blair Witch Project,” “Quarantine” employs the method of frame-movie in order to create documentary propinquity and link it to its various images, which range from monstrous to gross. This technique may bring the anticipated results during the first half of the movie, while Scott is still able to control the camera and succeeds in keeping it rather level. However, when the zombies wake up from the dead, Scott and the filmmakers suddenly lose their interest in filming proper scenes and fill the rest of the movie with “We’re all gonna die” comments. That is not the horror of the flick, nevertheless.

“Quarantine” only manages to make us sick. And if you’re in need of a friendly advice, avoid eating up to 3 hours before visiting the theaters.