"In October 1994, three student filmmakers disappeared in the woods near Burkittsville, Maryland while shooting a documentary. A year later their footage was found. Twenty-two years later..." (Minion voice here: dum-dum-DUM!)... another lousy installment joined the series!
I guess the bottom line is: would I recommend your seeing it?
I think the answer is, "No. No, I would not."
I saw it with a packed house and, for some inexplicable reason, virtually everyone was over age 60. Not quite sure what was going on there. I think maybe the AARP rented the theater for the night. Or something. Seniors' Night? Color me perplexed.
Anyway, the film is another "found footage" fest, with lots of startle-scares. Same hokum as before.
I won't spoil the ending, but I will offer this: I thought the way they manipulated one of the three dimensions was rather intriguing. It had promise, but nothing particularly substantive came of it.
As for the rest, it's the same old same old.
Enter at your own risk. And if you do go, take some Dramamine beforehand. Gosh, it's jumpy camerawork. Tough for me at 46. I have no idea how the elders endured it. I guess what Brokaw said is true: they really are The Greatest Generation!
p.s. If you see it at Alamo, get the "Campfire Burger" with baked beans. Mmm-Mmm-Good!
