If Artisan had not expended all of its yearly budget promoting the original Blair Witch Shithouse, it might have been able to get Stir Of Echoes into a decent number of theatres and show M. Night Shymatryhard what a real adaptation of Richard Matheson's work looks like. Maybe if society as a whole boycotted garbage like this, we could have more films that actually mean something and don't just sit there speaking shit about a group of people the writer and director obviously know nothing about.
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