Dear movie makers:
I don’t want to watch any actor- let alone a shitty one-on-one emote for sixty three minutes. That’s not a movie.
Blair witch sucked.
I don’t want to watch someone hiding in a closet, a static shot of the back of someone’s head, a poorly lit cellphone or dashcam shot, or any other single image FOR AN ENTIRE MOVIE.
THAT ISN’T A MOVIE.
The movie? Your plot? Is what is happening OUTSIDE the closet, copcar, or tent. We came yo watch SHIT HAPPEN. The radio era of drama has been over for at least fifty years- LET IT DIE. you’re FILM MAKERS.
FUCKING FILM SOMETHING.
The movie watching public.
(In reference to “infection (invasion)”, 2005…as seen on Netflix instant play. IMDB tt0472465 “starring” Jenny dare Paulin.)