Another shitty found footage movie. The premise of this one is that a film crew from a local college wants to do a documentary on the affects of Alzheimers. There subject is Deborah Logan, a woman in the early stages of the disease. So they set up camp at her house where she lives with her daughter and wouldn't you know it, supernatural shit starts to happen.
My issue with this movie is the same issue I have with most of these types of movies, and that is that the story being told would be served so much better without the stupid fucking gimmick. At a point it gets beyond silly that there are cameras everywhere and the every time something happens they can't help but pick up a camera, no matter how scared or frightened they are. By the time the 10th weird thing happens to Deborah Logan you'd think there would be more important things to do than film her every move. The cameras in the hospital are the ridiculous icing on the retarded cake.
My other issue is that the characters in these movies never act real. They always, this one included, act the furthest thing from real. Lots of hyper screaming and cursing is a script direction, not realism. I fucking hate it with a passion.
Now for the good. Jill Larson is fantastic as the titular character, but then again she's also the only one in the movie unbound by the stupid convention of having to constantly acknowledge the camera. The gore and the creep factor are also really strong.
I really wanted to like this movie, especially the third act. But by the time the final scenes roll around and the only light they have available is the one on the camera, my fists were too clenched to applaud.
All this being said, if the genre doesn't inherently make you want to set your pubes on fire in the hope of sweet release, you'll probably enjoy this movie a lot.
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