Y'all can keep Timothee Chalamet, I'm here for soft-spoken silver fox Steve Carell.
TIFF 2016 *spoiler free*
Tonight during Midnight Madness there was an older fellow sitting next to me who was having a hard time staying awake. His head would loll forward, his shoulders would relax, his body slowly starting to slump over. Every jump scare he would lazily return to consciousness to see if something new was happening, and then, sure enough, a few moments later he'd drift off again.
I think there's no better summary of how "Blair Witch" made me feel.