Ah, the assholery of the general public. It is commonly misconcieved that somehow this is the mockumentary-style-tale of a haunted house. How utterly foolish.This movie depicted the haunting of a woman named Katie-not her new house. Had any of the foolich critics HIRED to review this… More
Ah, the assholery of the general public. It is commonly misconcieved that somehow this is the mockumentary-style-tale of a haunted house. How utterly foolish.This movie depicted the haunting of a woman named Katie-not her new house. Had any of the foolich critics HIRED to review this movie actually bothered to watch it, they would have easily made this distinction in their minds. Even in the teaser, she cries into Micah's arms "it's not the house, It's ME!" Hello??
Another trifling misconception that gnaws at the threads of my fragile sanity like a squirell might gnaw on a quickly-snatched Thanksgiving walnut? Who in their right mind would call this film a horror? This movie was anything but a horror-it was a psychological thriller in which the less you saw the more you scared yourself. It was never intended to scare anyone-but rather to allow the scaring of oneself through use of the tools afforded by the sparse film. Example?
The scene in which Micah ingeniously pours powder over the floor of their hallway to catch footprints? What was scary about the footprints? Not what they showed, but what they alluded to. Three-pronged feet, a very heavy print-maker, and a presence that had never turned around and left the room. You hardly saw a thing, you needn't to be sufficiently wound up. The rest was simply your imagination trying to piece together the future.
In response to growing comparisons to the Blair Witch Project, I must attest to the fact that this film was not only thrice the movie BWP will EVER be, it was far more cleverly written, executed, and shot. I remember nearly throwing up after the Blair Witch Project-and not from fear or nerves. I was nauseous. That's right, the movie was so shabbily shot and executed that my stomach was sickened. The camera jiggled far more than it had any right to. The creators clearly were not thinking about the viewer's health when they shot it.
Furthermore, the Blair Witch Project was a pathetic use of the saying "the less you see, the worse it is". I saw nothing even remotely creepy, and the end inspired me to hope to God that it was a real documentary and thus had an excuse to suck so terribly.
Regarding Cloverfield, I too was unimpressed by the film, however, I would never rank it as one of my worst Thriller/Horror/Mockumentary experiences(I'm saving that for Blair Witch).
Now to the actual movie. For a mere 12-15K, this movie not only delivers shocks to you system, but it also awakens that primal need to understand everything. As american cinema 'victims' I'm afraid we are conditioned to see horror and thrilling as things jumping out at you, everyone dies in the end,it has to be gorey films (Saw, Hostel, Grudge, The Ring, Etc.) People who hated this movie were clearly not willing to admit fear of nothing. That's right, I was afraid. There was nothing there half the film, and I was rivetted yet ready to jump and run out at any moment.
Simply watching a night-scene and waiting for the demon to act was terrifying and I did find myself watching the clock to see if morning was there yet.
Finally, the last insult. Some fools have called this movie a "dead end" I beg to differ. I saw it as the end and beginning of the story. Doesn't anyone see that the demon was completing a full circle? "goodbye Diane"? does that ring a few bells? Yes, it was finishing the cycle with Katie as it had Diane and probably left in her body, dumped it somewhere and headed off to find a new victim-Maybe even her sister. Who knows? The point is, the entire haunting was part of a circular cycle, and you cannot "finish" one of those, you can only start back at square one.
Alright, I'm done trying to sway the opinions of those who are too "worldly" to be scared by some powder footprints and a whole lot of imagination. In retrospect, however, I bet alot of you nay-sayers woke up in the middle of the night afraid something was watching you.