Son of Blair Witch

Rating: Null/10 (2 May 2000)

It was nagging away at me for some time what this film reminded me of. Then it came to me. It was obvious. American Psycho is the big budget version of The Blair Witch Project. Think about it. Both films are full of characters that are so hateful you wish they would get chopped to pieces by the psycho killer after spending five minutes with them. After 90 minutes in their presence you are prepared to wield the chainsaw yourself in order to end the torture of watching them. Both films have been hyped by their publicists and film critics as being masterpieces even though my cats have a better understanding of what makes a good film. Both films last for around 100 minutes and both films feel as though they last for 100 hours whilst you live through them. Both films feature characters who are afraid of things that normal citizens don't give a second thought to; in the case of Blair Witch, a fear of twigs; in the case of American Psycho, a fear of naff business cards or failure to get bookings at snotty restaurants that only women who want to become stick insects so they can star in more Hollywood product would want to eat in anyway. None of the characters in either film can tell the difference between fantasy and reality; no audience member of either film cares.
As nihilistic, narcissistic and pointless as the book.