|Stop me if you’ve heard this one.|
By her lights, The Blair Witch Project is right up there with Citizen Kane—which, come to think of it, is another movie people either love or hate.
What makes The Blair Witch Project work for me is that the supernatural element remains immediately beyond the edge of the visible. This film also savors that special flavoring of terror best understood by one-of-a-kind writer Shirley Jackson, namely, human isolation. Once those three young people leave their car on the side of the road you know they’re done for; it’s just a matter of time. Naturally, they’ll all begin to tear into another once they realize that, map and compass be damned, they are hopelessly lost. Watching a trio of once-happy college students devolve into frightened and angry young adults is so wrenching that a CGI monster popping out from behind a tree would be a relief. But the only relief for these people awaits at the end of the film.
|You poor, doomed bastards!|
|Yeah, well, I’d walk out on you, you fugly old man!|
|The very woods are a character in The Blair Witch Project. Watch out for the “voodoo shit.”|
|This stone-and-mortar work is rather primitive.|
I’d pee on it if I wasn’t so dehydrated.
I love it, though. And if you enjoy watching things fall apart one nerve-wracked piece at a time, seeing once happy and well-adjusted people driven to madness by faceless adversity, The Blair Witch Project is 81 minutes of (seriously pathological) joy.
|Eat your heart out, Meryl Streep. Ms. Donahue owns this iconic scene.|
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