Posted by: Brad McHargue
Hello. My name is Brad McHargue and I hate movies.
Ok, that’s not entirely true. I love film, especially horror, though I will be the first to admit that I’m a relatively harsh critic. Maybe I have high expectations, or maybe I’m just sick and tired of the recycled tropes and cliches that my mind has been soured on the genre. I prefer to think it’s the exact opposite; for me, it has to do with finding that diamond in the rough, that one film that results in the sort of incessant fawning I give films such Pontypool and Session 9.
And it’s rare. Horror is an easy genre to break into due to its diversity and broad fan base, affording anyone with a camera, and the recipe for karo syrup, the opportunity to make a horror film. This is especially true with the advent of found footage, a sub-genre that requires little more than a camera, a loose outline, and someone off camera knocking on a door. Despite this, I love found footage horror, especially when I finally find one that is genuinely well-made, scary, and doesn’t fall back on that God damned “people will want to know what happened” excuse for filming while being chased by something that clearly wants to kill you.