Using my beloved found footage genre as a foundation, I assume urban exploration is the most dangerous hobby to ever grace this planet. That and social influencing… but they’re all assholes anyways so fuck ‘em. An urban explorer does what he does and explores… uhm… urbanly? The location is an abandoned building tucked away in a rural area that has the kind of mud roads leading up to it that makes me reflect fondly on my youthful summers spent in Tennessee with my grandparents. Granny let me have Oreos for breakfast and nobody was gonna tell her otherwise. The decrepit location harnesses a nice and sinister aura thanks to its disrepair and were purely in the POV of our adventurous young man, so we get a first-person look at the darkness and disturbing papers littering empty rooms. A sudden fall sends him to a different location. It’s a cavernous tunnel system with plenty of graffiti and discarded beer cans. There’s also some screaming goober who pops up out of nowhere and shouts “They’re everywhere!” Unfortunately this jump scare just had me yelling “They’re all gonna laugh at you!” and chuckling to myself. Our hero is then sent to a new location through unknown means. This place has a hooded dude in a white mask brandishing a machete. I think I’d take the shouting dope in the grungy tunnel over the empty building with the machete man. There’s more cheap Halloween masks and location shifting for the unnamed urban explorer before coming into contact with the cause of his unfathomable predicament. I had my issues with the same filmmaker’s Monophobia which is similar in plot because I have little patience for teenage boys arguing with each other as soon as things go south, here we’re given one protagonist (writer/director/producer/editor/cinematographer/winner of the “How is this Man Still Awake” award Nicholas Carrado) thrown into a shit-storm of location jumping and the threat of grievous bodily harm. It works a lot better and it’s also shorter.
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