I’m always amazed at how quickly the hate for this movie started after it was released. A lot of it had to do with the crazy hype. I remember being in Washington D.C. when it had limited screenings and the amount of people trying to get a ticket was amazing. Needless to say, I didn’t see it in D.C. Instead, I saw it alone in a theater in New Jersey, and it devestated me. Not right away. In fact, it’s safe to say I was one of the many people who stared at the screen when the lights came on and wondered if that was indeed it. But when I got home and really considered the ending…well, it wasn’t the best night to be home alone.
When it comes to the movie, it’s really all about the ending, and it’s amazing that writer-directors Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sanchez had enough faith in the audience to connect the dots on their own. Because the true terror of The Blair Witch Project rests on your ability to choreograph the information obtained in the previous 90 minutes and fill in what the camera didn’t show you.
And fortunately for us, what they didn’t show us was pretty damn scary:
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