Blair Witch 2: Book of Shadows

Plot:

After the resounding success of the ‘Blair Witch Project‘, the wee little town of Burkittsville Maryland is beset by a plague of omnipresent annoying tourists. A small group composed of absolutely the most irritating and smelly amongst them, decides to camp out in the dark and spooky woods of Black Hill in order to see if the entirely fictional Blair Witch is real. Turns out she is, or maybe the campers just raise the vengeful specters of long dead chipmunks with all of their deep-woods whining. Either way, another nearby group of tourists is massacred, and disturbing visions begin to haunt the remaining not-so-happy campers. Also the witch/chipmunks start to mess with their AV equipment.

Comments:

Excuse me for one moment.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! WHY? WHY? WHY? THIS FILM?

HECATOMIX, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME? POR QUE?!

 

*Sob*

 

Ok, better now.

Ha! The marketers are mocking over-marketing, WHILE MARKETING TO US! I would have liked to be in the corporate boardroom where the decision to green light this film was made. (Preferably while wielding some sort of blunt instrument). Artisan needed a quick follow-up to the most successful independent film of all time; sales of BWP sports bottles and key chains were down 28%! The marketing gods demanded a sequel! But how to create an unneeded addendum to such a fiercely minimalist film? More campers dying on a shaky camcorder? That would be artistically derivative. (And more importantly, when consumers found out it was just the same movie being regurgitated to them, they might not buy the new BWP2 tank tops!).

In his statement accompanying the BWP2 DVD, Director Joe Berlinger claims that in order to combat audience preconception, he decided to turn the whole BWP phenomenon on its head, satirizing the experience and giving the audience a “horror movie with a deeper level of meaning”. Ah, yes. Blood + Nipples + Group of complete prats = Horror. Very deep.

Asshole.

As I may have hinted in my subtle little way, our cast of characters supplies the major agony in this piece.  Never outside of a third-rate Italian zombie film has a screenwriter managed to present a vision in which every single character is such a gigantic unmitigated gobshite! I refuse to go back and learn everyone’s names, but these are the vermin you’ll spend 90 minutes with if your foolish enough to watch BWP2;And yet, so annoying even I'm not turned on.

>The Goth chick- A petulant grimacing wretch, who like so many Goths makes the entire point of her existence;

1. Endeavoring to be as big an attention-seeking ass as humanly possible.

2.Taking extreme umbrage when anyone notices her.

> The Wiccan lass (her name is Erica, a fact that I remember only because, oddly enough, I know a Wiccan named Erica) who launches into histrionics any time someone mentions that some thing bad may be happening, possibly involving a witch. She takes absolutely everything as a personal insult. (“What do you mean ‘Do I want Chinese or pizza for dinner?' Are you insinuating that witches don’t eat pizza? Are you saying we’re cannibals?! This is just like the burning times!”) This would be funny, if she weren’t so shrill.

>The researcher couple, who are writing a book on the Blair Witch. After the female of the pair miscarries, she expresses relief that she no longer has to deal with that icky life that was depending on her.

Her husband takes her near catatonia due to extreme blood loss and shock, as an opportunity to ethereally cheat on her with Erica. Maybe. I wish I could be less vague on this point, but the movie seems to pride itself on sloppy uncertain “Did it happen or not?” scenes in lieu of, you know, talented filmmaking.

>Oh, and the tour guide, who’s just a slimy little grifter.

Thanks dead guy, just the word I was looking for.The entire plot is nonsensical by design, the dialog trite, and if any of these scenes make you jump, you need to cut down on caffeine.

At least the ending is decidedly unhappy for all involved. (Whereas the rest of the film was simply unpleasant for me. ) This is the sole reason I can afford this mess half a point.

For a fan of creative, intelligent horror cinema, BWP2 is like looking at your best friend’s autopsy photos.

0.5

 

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