I had some more thoughts come to me over the past few hours. First, like the original poster here, initially I did not, and still now, do not feel afraid. But as the sun lowers in the sky and night creeps on, maybe I will also begin to feel a little more anxious. This just remains to be seen.
But the genius of this movie is in the psychology of it. Blood and gore horror has its place but after a while people tend to become desensitized. So the creators have to come out with new ways to corner us. That ending is a masterpiece. There is no definite answer as to what exactly happened and that mystery increases the power of it. Why the hell would a grown man submit and stand in the corner like a child? What made him do it? Was he dead, hypnotized, overwhelmed by some unseen witch…?
In my opinion, the house definetly was the one where the hermit’s killings took place. And the movie’s ending replays those tragedies. But after checking the website and reading the story of this particular legend, I learned something else(unless I missed this in the movie). In the theather I seemed to understand that the killer killed a certain number of children, putting one in the corner while killing another and then turning to him or her. But on the website, there is only one boy who is put in the corner while the madman kills the rest. This boy is eventually released. He survives but eventually becomes insane. What significance could this have?
A little tidbit I picked up which may not even be worthy of mention but I’ll throw it out anyway: Before the three go into the forest, Heather struggles with her gear. Mike films her and says, “I’d like to help you be but I want to keep recording.” Ironically (I guess) he is the one who becomes annoyed that Heather continues filming, when everything is turning black.
Also, maybe I’m the only one who feels this way (from what I’ve read here so far) but I definetly felt sorry for the group. I didn’t think Heather was snobby or bitchy. After the pressure starts mounting, and they hear “things” in the night and they are going in circles and on and on, I don’t know too many people who would not be at each other’s throats. Finally, I couldn’t help but think of the families that saw the upper two-thirds of a weeping Heather, apologizing and accepting fault, and essentially conceding the fact that they were near their end.
What about her comment that she is too afraid to close her eyes and too afraid to open them? In other words, there is no escape.