I’m kind of astounded by how many reviewers on here just took the very obvious and explicitly stated theme of this movie and wholesale applied it as a critique of the movie, as if the filmmakers weren’t aware that they were telling a story about a privileged navel gazer who doesn’t realize how good he has it. Ahh well
Back in 2002 when this movie came out it still had a veneer of novelty to it. King shit found footage horror progenitors like THE LAST BROADCAST and THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT were just a few years in the rear view, and smash successes like PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, <REC>, and CLOVERFIELD were still half a decade down the road.
Rewatching MY LITTLE EYE in the year of our lord 2018, the film's unique qualities have all but evaporated in the rising…