... Was that a Sugarloaf sticker on their van?

I really don't know what to make of this film. I can't tell if I'm just very oblivious and missed out on the subtleties or if this is the most vague and ambiguous thing I've ever seen, but one way or the other, I am intrigued.
Also, kudos to Mr. Carruth for being the most versatile person ever.

I'm not often fazed by horror or thriller films, but this one sparked an honest-to-god fear in me. The amateurish video and audio quality gave it authenticity, and the acting was so believable that I found myself feeding off of their fear rather than being scared of the situation itself. Watching them disintegrate as a group and as individuals was as, if not more, horrifying than the supernatural element, the noises and bundles of sticks and whatnot.

Simply put, I will probably be sleeping with my lights on tonight, and to scare me that much is an impressive feat.

We Mainers tend to be very proud of anything that comes from, was made in, takes place in, or is in anyway related to this great state, however vague and distant that connection may be, especially if that thing is popular with the rest of the nation or, god forbid, the world. That's why we eat so much blueberry pie and wear LL Bean boots all the time. Shawshank is no exception.