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Willow Creek is the worst horror movie I've ever seen. I've been meaning to write about him for a long time, but I kept putting off reviewing this freak from the world of found films.

Yes, there are worse examples, such as the remake of Black Christmas or my home videos, but if Black Christmas is a vile propaganda campaign disguised as a hideously executed slasher, then Willow Creek is a serious attempt to do something good that stumbles over everything that is possible.

The problem is this: I've never seen a noname found footage about two or more people who went to a forest, cave, abandoned house, or shit band concert and died there, told in such a boring and depressing way. It's just a new level of longing. God knows, I've seen quite a lot of tedious found footage films, but somehow the authors kept the bar high and didn't lower it to the bottom.

"Willow Creek" completely denies all the achievements of the genre and returns to the roots, which is not at all good. Although what are the origins? Even in The Blair Witch, which, with all due respect, I scolded and will scold, there is intense action at the end. But at Willow Creek, in general, everything is zero in this regard.

There's literally nothing to watch at Willow Creek, you might as well just turn off the monitor and stare at a black screen for an hour and a half. 55% of the film's time is spent chatting about local yetis that roam around, another 40% is spent chatting already in the forest, and the remaining 5% is spent fermenting lost poor fools with a final 5—second encounter with a cashier from a convenience store (or was it still the same yeti)?

I believe that such films should not exist in the world. You know, I even think that the recent experience with "Black Christmas" is in some ways better than what I experienced at Willow Creek. "Black Christmas" caused me rage, hatred, anger, resentment, Spanish shame and pity. And Willow Creek is about nothing and nothing.