Honestly, this one was hard. I don’t get scared by movies very often. The horror and gore and all that don’t get to me outside of the viewing experience. It might be scary in context, but when the movie ends, I can laugh at the adburaity and go on about my life.
Which is where this particular movie comes into play. In 1999, social media was not a thing. If you wanted to know what was going on in the world, you had to seek it out. And given that I was still in college, and working at the same time, I didn’t really have time for that.
Back then, Jayme and I had movie date night every Friday night. And this Friday night, we didn’t have anything terribly pressing we wanted to see, so we thought we’d venture out. We had recently moved to Atlanta from Auburn, and didn’t really know the city. We had never been to this particular theater and didn’t really know the neighborhood, either. So, all new situation.
And then we walked in to see “The Blair Witch Project”.
You have to realize that at the time, we didn’t know it was fake. They took great strides to make you think it was real, and they succeeded. And the ending was just so unknown and weird. We didn’t know what we had just seen, and didn’t know what to make of it.
And then we walked out of this unknown theater in this unknown neighborhood in this realtively new city. And everything around us made us jump.
Today, it seems silly. And it makes me laught (at ourselves). But it wasn’t silly back then. We were legitimately scared.
