When you see me again, it won’t be me.
“Since 2018, in the wake of the Me Too movement, the film has been appreciated as a feminist horror film and as a cult film.”
Ok, good. Great actually. Happy this movie is finally getting some love. The 10th anniversary in 2019 also brought with it the usual reevaluations and reappraisals that come with this territory. It all warmed my heart. I’ve loved this movie for so long and recommended it to people time and time again.
August 18, 1973
It seems like most filmmakers, artists, etc. prefer to present violence artistically above all else, for the most part favoring style over hard, cold reality. This is not necessarily a bad thing - in fact, I would say it’s for the best. Horror movies, action movies, gangster movies, even a large percentage of war movies elect to emphasize scores and mood and drama and the visual presentation (through effects and CGI) rather than feature a straight depiction…
I have a vivid memory of seeing this film on Super Bowl Sunday 2002. It has stuck with me ever since. (This is not my first time revisiting it since then but only in the last 5-8 years has it truly become a movie I rewatch semi-regularly.)
Sure, there’s a loosey-goosey vibe to it that can be unsatisfying for some viewers, but there’s something in it that I find appealing. Something elusive, something existing in those hazy few seconds when…
Kind of a mixed bag.
There are a few really decent scares and a noticeable sense of dread. However, there are also some moments that just don’t work. It also sort of starts to drag by the very end.
It’s a reasonable found footage horror entry that I honestly hadn’t even heard of until somewhat recently.
I used to be kind of down on this one but it’s really grown on me over the years, so much so that I think it’s surpassed 4 as my favorite among the sequels. Pretty stacked cast, fun ending. Takes the meta idea to the next level with the introduction to the “Stab” series in a very cool opening segment. Solid sequel.