Are you telling me -- in all honesty, in good conscience, without your fingers and legs crossed -- that audiences were not hooting their heads off and talking back to the screen (and the idiot characters on it) during the theatrical showings of PARANORMAL ACTIVITY? If not, if audiences were even remotely frightened by this piece of Blair-Witch-did-it-so-we-can-too nonsense, then we have indeed reached the depths of Mike Judge's Idiocracy, and quite awhile sooner than any of us imagined.
From the outset, the behavior of this "couple" is so ludicrous (a young woman who, since childhood, has been pursued by the otherworldly but never tells her boyfriend of three years until recently; a boyfriend more interested in technology, video recording and ouija boards than in his girl; what -- there's only one demonologist in the whole of Southern California?) that any identification with our protagonists goes quickly out the window. And stays there.
I have nothing more to say about this utterly stupid film except that you can now purchase or rent it for your own delectation. Dummy.
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