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The Blair Witch Project
Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sánchez, 1999
#5, 1999 Skandies
Wikipedia says: "Almost 19 hours of usable footage was recorded which
had to be edited down to 90 minutes." Wait— there was an edited
version? Because I'm pretty sure the movie I saw was at least nineteen
hours long.
I saw The Blair Witch Project when it came out. I generally have
no interest whatsoever in horror movies, but there was a huge amount of
critical acclaim for this one — I heard over and over that it
was the "scariest movie ever" and didn't want to miss out on history.
As it turned out, I didn't find it remotely scary and considered the film
a big disappointment. Six months later it popped up at #2 on Mike D'Angelo's
top ten list for 1999, and he said that people who complained that Blair
Witch wasn't scary were missing the point: "No, it's not all that scary,
ultimately, but what it is instead is better still: one of the most chilling
condemnations of human nature ever captured on film (okay, and videotape),
deeply cynical and dispiritingly credible." So I made a mental note to
watch it again sometime, but didn't really make it a high priority and
wound up waiting nine and a half years. Which is enough to fit in almost
five full screenings of The Blair Witch Project.
It's not that what makes up the movie is all that bad. Early on in this
viewing I actually thought that it was turning out to be much better than I
had remembered: the initial footage does indeed look exactly like the sort
of footage you get when kids are screwing around with a video camera (it
reminded me so much of the sorts of videos my high school debate team took
on Dan Dickenson's camcorder that it was really uncanny). The acting and
improvised dialogue were likewise very convincing — their banter
has that "jovial but not actually funny" vibe characteristic of people trying
to amuse each other without the benefit of a scripter. And the story arc
that transpires — kids get lost in the woods, turn on each other
as exhaustion and hunger set in, have to camp out night after night, freak
out as it becomes apparent that something is hunting them — might
well have made for a dynamite 44-minute television show. But at twice that
length it's a fucking death march in more ways than one.
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