For those who are unaware, I adore found footage features and there are mainly two reasons behind my fondness for this sub-genre. For one, with its shaky, grainy footage; the whole set-up kind of gives you an unadulterated, authentic feel, a touch of realism that you typically are deprived of in the case of a conventional film. And two, with its POV perspective, these films effortlessly make you a part of their experience, they make you feel like you are in it, partaking like the actors on-screen.
Now, the only downside is that each one of those aforementioned characteristics can only shine to its brightest when they are properly supervised and under a controlled environment. There are certain limitations, and specific boundaries, as a filmmaker, needs to abide by. If somebody crosses that limit, the whole set-up could collapse at any given moment. And I'm afraid, that's exactly what happened in this case.
Too much grain and too much shake spoiled my scope for any enjoyment. Despite some intriguing ideas and a handful of shocks and surprises; Half the time, I found myself squinting my eyes hard to try to make some sense of what was happening. Believe me, I have seen plenty of found footage in my life, but none of them got on my nerves as this one did. The unsophisticatedness of the imageries just put me off and took me out of the experience.
And to add to my misery, there was barely any context, any backstory given for the supernatural things that takes place. As for the characters, one of the wackiest, unlikable sets of personalities I have ever withstood in a movie. I don't care if that was deliberate or not, I just couldn't care less for any of these individuals and that's a shame.
