Hey Big-
I saw The Blair Witch Project Tuesday night. Yep, lucky New Yorker with internet access that I am, I got to go to the first commercial screening. (aside, it was a madhouse, with folks camping out, cutting in line, etc. Sci-Fi channel was giving away crap. I got a poster...the t-shirts were gone by the time I got there. Okay, back to the crypric commentary).
I will say this. There were those who felt this movie in their spleen. There were those it didn't touch whatsoever. I think most people are pretty set that they're going to see it, regardless of what I say, so I'll hold off on my own verbose opinions, and not form any misconceptions based on my inablility to communicate.
But boy, I did love it. It was not what I was expecting. It isn't The Exorcist. It's a totally different fear altogether. Shall I say more subtle? A bit more visceral? If you've still got a mind that can fill in the blanks, if you can still watch a movie with an active brain, you'll love it, I think. If your mind has been so atrophied into a passive sensation-craving pulp by the Boom-Boom, Slash and Gash, Whiz-bang, In Case You Missed It Here's The Conversation That Explains Everything, Dumbed-Down and Still Digging, etc...Hollywood that's become the mainstream, you'll probably be wondering what's the fuss.
A funny story...
My friends and I were in the post-movie urination line, and someone who didn't appreciate it too much said, "Jeez, I could have stayed home and watched my father's home movies."
My friend said to him, "Dude...You're father's f*cked up." |
