Sometimes great filmmakers just want to play. Lots of reviews at the time pointed out that this film wasn't awards material, but they're missing the point. Like Cape Fear before it, this was a chance for Marty to get his genre on. This film isn't about gold statues, it's about making audiences jump and gasp. This film is about taking little strips of celluloid and assembling them in an order that illicits dread. Sure it is over-long and that stretch in the cave is a chore to get through once you know the "twist", but by and large this film is an extremely effective creep fest. And that ending is absolutely shattering. I still can't believe people turned out in such large numbers to watch something that bleak on its opening weekend. The car rides home must've been dead quiet.
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