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I think sculpting a pile of your own excrement into a statue of your wife is an original gift for your wife's birthday.
However, you are certainly right that some things original are not necessarily good ideas.
The whole idea of 3 lucky-to-be-in-community-college students walking around in the woods filming themselves bitching for weeks, for some reason or another, simply does not compel me to consider it Masterpeice-Theater-level material.
I also couldn't bring myself to believe that these three 7- 11-working, drug-addicted losers would invest in buying and bringing enough film needed to film the entire "Godfather" series.
Call me courageous, but I don't consider rock piles and stick dolls to be "Scary As Hell" as the Blair Witch advertising boldly declares. But I was surprised they could count the incremental rock piles without the aid of their "Sesame Street Count in the Count-Along Castle" video tape.
And after they get freaked out by the horrific pebble piles, they can't stop going in circles while trying to go straight south with a compass! All this to develop and setup the plot of another hour of walking and bitching.
All with 3 actors who couldn't play extras as 3 extreme- background, faded, baseball stadium attendees convincingly.
I give this film 0 rock piles out of five.
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