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By Amy Nicholson
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By Alan Scherstuhl
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Amy Nicholson
By Alan Scherstuhl
Although it must have been a no-brainer to make a sequel to The Blair Witch Project, it was hard to imagine an intelligent follow-up to a film that culminated in the apparent death of all the principals. Romeo and Juliet 2, anyone? Hamlet Returns? But given the inevitability of Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2, one could have expected little more than yet another faux-documentary about people going into the woods to find the previous crew, only to get similarly lost. Or perhaps a sequel could have addressed the complaints of those who loathed the first film for its minimalism, and featured a state-of-the-art computer-generated witch who flies out of the woods at night to impale naked teenagers on sticks. Thankfully, neither approach was taken.
What does emerge on-screen is far more conceptually ambitious and, while not entirely successful, at least deserves points for creativity. Joe Berlinger, co-director of the Paradise Lost documentaries about three goth-metalhead teens convicted of child murder, has teamed up with screenwriter Dick Beebe (of the wretched House on Haunted Hill remake last year) to give us a sequel that acknowledges its predecessor as fiction. This is the sequel's most innovative twist, but it gets somewhat murky when it becomes clear that the mythology of the witch and her curse is still supposed to be taken at face value, thereby rendering the "evidence" created for the Curse of the Blair Witch TV special (such as footage of the fictitious child-killing hermit Rustin Parr) "real," but the special's references to the film crew "fake." In other words, it's not clear that the premise consistently holds up under geeklike levels of scrutiny. Further muddying the waters is an opening disclaimer calling the film a "fictionalized re-enactment" in which "some names have been changed." In fact, none have: Book of Shadows continues the original film's tactic of giving its major characters the same names as the actors who play them.
Following the would-be disclaimer is a series of documentary clips, initially real ones of Roger Ebert and others talking about the first film, followed by created footage of Burkittsville, Maryland, becoming overrun with annoying fans. These clips include one of an elderly woman who sells the rocks in her backyard to tourists. Gradually the clips start to center on a stoned-looking doofus named Jeff (Jeffrey Donovan) who sells bags of "official Blair dirt" on eBay and experiences soul-bonding with tourists over their mutual experience of the first film. Next, in order to emphasize that this is not the original Blair Witch, we cut to a sweeping helicopter shot over the woods, interspliced with brief images of torture and bondage, and scored with a brand-new Marilyn Manson song.
The mood thus established, we come back to Jeff, who is now leading a vanload of four tourists on a trek into the woods to see the locations depicted in the first film. There's Stephen (Stephen Barker Turner) and his pregnant girlfriend, Tristen (Tristen Skyler), a couple researching a new book on the Blair Witch phenomenon; he calls it all a mass delusion, while she argues that "perception is reality," thus setting up the theme of the entire film. Then there's Erica (Erica Leerhsen), a Wiccan who believes the Blair Witch has been maligned all these years, and likes to light incense, talk to ferns and chant flaky-sounding mantras like "By earth and fire and water and smoke, Persephone I invoke." Finally there's Kim (Kim Director), a prototypical goth chick with minor psychic abilities and impeccably applied makeup that stays impeccable far longer than it ought to. And oh, yes, Jeff has a secret: It's established early on that he spent time in a mental institution (for reasons not discussed on-screen, but enumerated on the Book of Shadows standees now showing in every multiplex lobby), where custardlike fluids were forcibly funneled into his nostrils.
Anyway, the first stop on the trip is the ruined foundation of Parr's cabin. Setting up camp for the night, along with a multitude of video cameras just in case anything weird happens, the group proceeds to get drunk and stoned around the campfire, while discussing the first film. Erica wonders why there wasn't any sex, while Stephen tells jokes about Heather Donahue screwing in a lightbulb. Meanwhile, Jeff hits on both available ladies by pitching vanity films to them: Wicca: A Way of Life to Erica, and Goth: A Way of Life to Kim.
All of a sudden, it's day. The quintet awakens to what appears to be white confetti raining down; they discover that the cameras are smashed and Tristen and Stephen's notes are shredded. It transpires that they've all been unconscious, or at least unaware of their own actions, for about five hours. What's more, Tristen is dripping blood; a dream about drowning her fetus seems to have induced an actual miscarriage.
Following a brief stay at the local hospital, Jeff and company return to his home, an abandoned broom factory that he has converted into the coolest goth pad since Brad Pitt's home base in Fight Club. As they proceed to analyze their footage for clues about the five lost hours, creepy stuff starts happening. Various gore-filled hallucinations begin to afflict all concerned. Strange noises are heard outside in the woods. Runic symbols begin appearing on everyone's bodies. And a group of campers that had been encountered earlier is reported to have been brutally murdered. Is it all an intense series of mass delusions? Or has the curse of the Blair Witch struck?
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