Once-acclaimed director Barry Levinson, maker of such films as Rain Man and The Natural, succumbs to the found-footage craze with this middling movie. Granted, it’s better than most of the found-footage horror films I’ve had to endure, but it’s still not good. It’s Fourth of July, and a killer disease suddenly besieges a coastal town, with a plucky reporter (Kether Donohue) on hand to share all of the details. The movie shows her after the disaster, reminiscing about what happened, with the “found footage” unspooling as she tells the story. There’s a lot of gore, and a couple of decent scares. But we have seen this all before, and Levinson doesn’t necessarily do anything to move this weak genre forward.