• by Wes Singleton

Blair Witch, C

Rated R, 89 minutes

That Blair Witch, she's a jumpy thing isn't she? The new found footage horror film "Blair Witch" is a second sequel to the 1999 film that basically invented the found footage genre, "The Blair Witch Project," which I dubbed "Blah Witch" because it was (and still is) vastly overrated and overhyped. The new film, which has some college students going back into the woods, has more energy, a few more chilling scares and much more excitable, jumpy campy movements that sometimes detract from the scares. College students James Donahue (James Allen McCune) and Lisa Arlington (Callie Hernandez) lead a small group back into the Black Hills in Maryland to find James' sister, Heather, who many believe is connected to the Blair Witch legend after her disappearance twenty-two years before. As they travel further into the woods, a series of strange occurrences and supernatural forces reveal that the legend is all too real. Directed by Adam Wingard and written by Simon Bennett, the duo behind the fun 2014 thriller "The Guest," "Blair Witch" has some admittedly tense moments mainly due to the fact that the force causing many of the chills remains unseen, a good move that other other films in this genre would be wise to take. However, "BW" would be even scarier if it would stay still long enough for you to see what's specifically going on, which is likely part of the point, but still you could be far less dizzy and a much more frightened. Stripped down, it's still a bunch of college students wandering around at night in the forest with a camera, which, as we've learned countless times before - isn't a good idea - and the film can't put the notion of "let's go see what it is" instead of just running away from it, or even better, not going at all. The last 15 to 20 minutes of "BW" are its best: fast-paced with some nice, close-knit jumpy moments, but then there are other times where you're not entirely sure what's going, just that it can't be good. "Blair Witch" is a serviceable horror flick that I was glad to be over, not because I was afraid, but because I was woozy from running with the camera.