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probably the most vital found footage filmmaking has felt in... ever? it's pretty fascinating stuff. shymalan's formal grace & intelligence blending with the genre to generate something uniquely alive, using the immediacy inherent in it to ruminate on familial estrangement and trauma―emotional, and... otherwise―and the ways in which we mask & disguise ourselves to (temporarily) avoid it. weirdly enough, the film is much more emotionally clear & cathartic than it is scary, but it totally works so i have trouble seeing this as a bad thing.
still, it's no The Village tbh.