I first watched The Blair Witch Project six years ago,
viewed in several parts on YouTube while I killed some time in the study lounge
of my university residence. I’ve made a point of watching it at least once a
year ever since, and the impression it left on me has only grown. It was then,
and remains to this day, the single scariest film I’ve ever seen, one I will
recommend to any up-and-coming horror buff at the drop of a hat, and actually
one of my top five all-time favourite movies.
In spite of the
overwhelming critical acclaim it received and the huge dent it made in the box
office, Blair Witch never really
launched any careers—at least not any big name ones. Heather Donahue went on to
feature in the Steven Spielberg-produced sci fi miniseries Taken, as well as guest star on an episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia; Joshua Leonard has made a name
for himself in mumblecore films, chief among them Humpday; Michael C. Williams has mostly made appearances in indie
and low-budget horror flicks. As for one of the film’s directors and
co-writers, Daniel Myrick has continued to take his stabs at the horror genre,
none of which I’ve seen.
However, his
partner-in-crime Eduardo Sánchez has made at least one significant contribution
to horror cinema since. As with everyone else involved with Blair Witch, he hasn’t yet made it to
the A-list, but back in 2011 he directed and co-wrote Lovely Molly, starring Gretchen Lodge as the eponymous character,
the late Johnny Lewis as her new
husband Tim, and Alexandra Holden as her sister Hannah. It is, on the surface,
a fairly basic tale of a woman on her own in her haunted childhood home (Editor Daniel: Really, Dan? Is that really basic?), but Sanchez and company manage
to craft a subtle little film that relies on implication and extrapolation as
much as Blair Witch does and plays
around with and even subverts suspense in a really interesting way.
Suspense works
the same way, albeit on a micro- rather than macroscopic level: you have
Exposition, establishing the protagonist or supporting character’s current
situation; Rising Action, wherein a threat or concern is introduced and built
upon, either with or without that character’s knowledge; the Climax, in which
the character is attacked, put in danger, or even killed; finally, there is the
Falling Action and Denouement, which deals with the fallout of the suspense and
the resulting damages and sets up the next moment of suspense.
For a fairly
typical example of suspense in a horror film, here’s my favourite scene from
Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho:
For those who
are unable to watch the clip, Martin Balsam’s character, the private
investigator Arbogast, checks out the Bates’ house, hoping to find and confront
Norman Bates’ “Mother.” As Arbogast climbs the stairs, a door near the upper
landing slowly opens, establishing to the viewer that someone suspicious has
the drop on the PI. Still unaware, Arbogast reaches the second floor, only for
Mother to glide out of the bedroom and slash him across the face, sending him
backpedaling down the stairs to his eventual doom. The scene ends with Mother
stabbing the detective off-camera.
Of course, you
can only use this formula so many times before the audience eventually adapts
and spoils the tension, so wise writers and directors make their own
adjustments. Since the late ’70s, it’s become common for horror directors to
interrupt that tension-building pyramid with a false scare or by introducing an
element that puts both the relevant characters as well as the audience at ease,
which makes the genuine scare that follows all the more effective: like a smack
to the back of the head, we just don’t expect it. If you were to map this
suspense like before, the start and stutter might make Freytag’s Pyramid look
more like Freytag’s EKG. A false scare might be a cat leaping through a window
while the protagonist is on edge, like in the opening scene of Friday the 13th, Part II. The
feigned sense of ease is easier shown than described, like in the best moment
from John Carpenter’s Halloween:
If I can gush
for a minute, the way Michael Myers stands there and just watches, breathing heavily while taking in the aftermath of what he’s
just done, is truly that movie’s finest moment.
But with Lovely Molly, Sánchez handles his
suspenseful moments in an entirely different fashion. While there are a few
typical jump scares, Lovely Molly
takes a step to the left at several key moments and avoids resolving the
built-up tension entirely! I’m not even talking about cutting away right after
the climactic moment occurs—in some of these cases, there isn’t a climax. The suspense builds and builds and builds, but
before we see what happens the movie advances to the next scene. If you were to
map this as with the other cases, it wouldn’t be a pyramid so much as a series
of separate diagonal lines.
This contributes
to the at-times oppressive atmosphere of the film in a huge way. Superficially,
Sánchez deprives us of knowledge. The audience doesn’t know what has occurred during
these key moments, so when the film picks up again we’re forced to guess based
on the information we’ve been given. Not only does this play off basic human
psychology—a lack of knowledge exacerbates fear, and has as far back as the
Stone Age—but it turns the usual character-audience dynamic on its head.
Suspenseful moments frequently employ dramatic irony, where the audience knows
something the characters don’t: there’s a monster creeping up on them, a time
bomb is hidden somewhere in their home, etc. The longer a character doesn’t
know about the threat at hand, the more nervous we feel. In Lovely Molly’s case, Molly Reynolds
actually knows more than we do. It puts the viewer in an oddly submissive role,
rather than one that is receptive yet detached.
Perhaps more
importantly, Sánchez’s subversion of suspense keeps the audience from feeling any
of the release one might have in the aftermath of a tense moment. When he cuts
away from the building action and resumes with the next scene, we’re able to
exhale but not in any way that’s remotely satisfying. The tension grows, the wool
is pulled over our eyes, and the next thing we know we’re in another place at
another time. We’re out of immediate danger but we’re not actually any less
worried. As someone with anxiety, I’ve often spent long periods worrying about
God knows what, all the while waiting for that other shoe to drop, so to speak.
That shoe could be as light as a feather or so heavy the sound of it hitting
the floor might be loud enough to make me jump, but in the end I’ll be happy I
won’t have to wait any longer. Lovely
Molly is an hour and forty minutes of Eduardo Sánchez dangling that shoe in
front of my face, and by the time the credits roll he still hasn’t dropped the damn thing. I’d be mad at him but I can’t
help but appreciate his approach.
You’ll notice
that while I’ve used scenes from Psycho and
Halloween I’ve neglected to describe
the specifics or any of the smaller plot points of Lovely Molly, and for the better. Doing so would be giving you too
much information and thus going against everything Sánchez intended. I highly
recommend seeing it: it features a truly awesome performance by Gretchen Lodge,
wonderful sound design that makes use of infrasound—a neat sonic oddity that I
might delve into at a later date—and one of the most horrifying images I’ve
seen in horror cinema. And it’s positive proof that at least one of the minds
behind The Blair Witch Project still
has it.
Lovely Molly is available to stream on Netflix.
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