Searching for a missing student, two private investigators break into his house and find collection of VHS tapes. Viewing the horrific contents of each cassette, they realize there may be dark motives behind the student's disappearance.
A POV, found footage horror film from the perspective of America's top genre filmmakers. A group of misfits are hired by an unknown third party to burglarize a desolate house in the countryside and acquire a rare tape. Upon searching the house, the guys are confronted with a dead body, a hub of old televisions and an endless supply of cryptic footage, each video stranger than the last.Written by
Tuesday the 17th would take place right after Friday the 13th. The name and camping setting is a reference to the Friday the 13th (1980) series. See more »
On the "10/31/1998" segment when the guys are heading over to the Halloween party, the cars on the highway are obviously more modern for the late 1990s - early 2000s; a Ford Edge is also visible. See more »
Back up. Back up, back up. Turn around, turn around.
[the men wearing masks drive by a couple walking, then the men get out of their vehicle to confront the couple]
[the cameraman tells the other assailiant]
Show her tits! Ha ha ha! Whoo!
[the cameraman notices the boyfriend of the girl charge after them]
Oh, shit! Run, run, run! Go, go go!
[the camera cuts to the footage afterwards of the men destroying a building]
It's cool, huh?
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Arranged around and within a tenuous wraparound home invasion scenario, the vignettes that comprise this shakycam shocker prove memorably effective, each lulling the viewer into a false sense of security via meanderingly mundane set-ups that abruptly shift to more unnerving, visceral territory. Old tropes such as alien interference, haunted houses, serial killers, and femmes fatales find themselves fed through the lens of the hand-held camera to rather impressive effect. The overall picture painted by these series of snuff flicks-within-a-flick is one of a world sporadically at the mercy of an otherworldly array of entities, with the glaring unremarkability of its setting serving to amplify, rather than undermine, the atmosphere of cosmic malevolence. All these elements amount to a punchy anthology which succeeds in overriding my antipathy toward the dreaded jittercam technique - no mean feat!
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