I'm done for the night. The final shot of "The Blair Witch Project" is the most terrifying thing I have ever seen, and every time I open or shut my eyes it flashes in my mind. It makes me want to cry, scream, self deconstruct--it's too bad the rest of the movie couldn't be that supremely horrific.Let me say right away that I applaud the premise of this film with all my might. Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sanchez definitely had a good idea, but I don't think that it necessarily makes them great filmmakers--and it in no way makes "The Blair Witch Project" a great movie.
For all the cathartic release I experienced when the scares began to come hard and heavy, the picture gave me the unsettling feeling that I had just been played. I walked out feeling cold and unsatisfied, like I had just left from a fun (though loveless) romp with a particularly skanky crack whore.
Please note that the above statement is not a compliment.
"The Blair Witch Project" plugs you into the middle of every second, but the shivers don't last very long. There's no real emtional ground to be broken as the story unravels--three young filmmmakers head out into the woods to make a documentary about a legendary witch, and get a major case of the creeps when weird shit starts happening. The characters are ordinary people, stuck in an extraordinary situation, and it makes for some individually explosive scenes. When I made my exit, though, I was left with nothing more than an acclerated heartbeat and a startling-inner eyelid imprint.
When all is said and done, "The Blair Witch Project" is nothing more than a very well executed trick. It's been carefully constructed to scare and entertain you, but it lacks the amphetamine rush of the best horror movies, like "The Exorcist" and "Seven".It all comes down to the fact that I'm from the old school--I like a movie to buy my mind some dinner before fucking it.