When I first saw this pile of crap in the cinema I realised it's wasn't a real story at all but pure fiction, and I came out of the theatre feeling I had been cheated.
Three well-fed, full grown-up healthy Americans get lost in a forest known to be the home of a witch, then they go hysterical the moment night comes up and they can't get out of there because they lost their bearings?... They are living in the 20th century, not in the Middle Ages! And also because they are investigating the ancient legend they start panicking and screaming at each other and breaking down? What are they made of? What a bunch of sissies.
The characters are so irritating -I hate that girl, I could strangle her- and look so lousy, scruffy, smelly, just like a bunch of homeless lice-ridden dope-smoking addicts... I didn't feel sorry for them at all. I actually enjoyed their suffering, honest. I wonder when was the last time those pigs took a shower before going out into the forest.
Review of The Blair Witch Project
