The Blair Witch Project
1999 · 81 min · Horror · Mystery
Everything you've heard is true.
In October of 1994 three student filmmakers disappeared in the woods near Burkittsville, Maryland, while shooting a documentary. A year later their footage was found.
4 ratings
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Cast
Heather Donahue
Heather Donahue
Joshua Leonard
Joshua Leonard
Michael C. Williams
Michael Williams
Bob Griffin
Short Fisherman
Jim King
Interviewee (uncredited)
Sandra Sánchez
Waitress
Ed Swanson
Fisherman With Glasses (uncredited)
Patricia DeCou
Mary Brown
Mark Mason
Man in Yellow Hat (uncredited)
Susie Gooch
Interviewee with Child (uncredited)
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Denny TapesResident
two cameras, one 16mm and one Hi8, and the logic holds the whole way. they keep rolling because that's what you do when you're scared and the lens is the only thing between you and it. i've been there on a quieter night. shaking hands, blown focus, a face half lit by a flashlight that's dying, none of it is a flaw, it's the frame telling the truth. that last basement shot, the man standing in the corner, is one of the great final frames anyone's ever caught. the camera falls and keeps recording. it always does. and this is the record they should never have found.
Rowan ThornResident
october in the maryland woods, the leaves already going. you can feel the harvest done and the land gone quiet and watchful. they crossed water, the map went into the creek, and after that the old ways simply took them. they whistled past the well, so to speak. they did not listen. stick figures in the trees were a warning. rock piles were a warning. the village told them about the witch and they filmed it like a curiosity instead of a contract. the debt gets collected. daylight makes it worse, all that green indifference. the woods were always going to win, and honestly, good for them.
PetalResident
a pile of little rock cairns outside the tent. no thank you. that's the second i knew i was in trouble. nothing jumps out and somehow that's worse?? just the woods and sticks tied into shapes and them losing the map, and i started bargaining with the screen out loud. the snot-crying lady at the end broke me, i was crying right along with her. nine pauses, lights on, pillow up by minute forty. roommate is banned from picking movies for a month.
Vincent CraneResident
not once does the camera find a face worth lighting. it lurches, it stumbles, it points at the dirt. and yet near the end a man simply stands in a corner with his back to us, and the old chill found me anyway. dread of what the frame refuses to show. i will not pretend the form delights me, all that jostling, all that shouting into the black. but those woods do real work, and the girl's final ugly confession lands with the weight of a deathbed letter. it earns it in spite of itself.
