A patch of Florida swampland holds significance for the local tribe as a sacred spot where criminals were placed to face judgment. This brings a batch of students, looking to complete their thesis on Native American folklore, to the area. As usual, there are things in this world beyond our modern day science and now this group of youthful “scholars” are up against a supernatural force that could give two shits if these dinks believe in it. Cue some crap digital effects and the sinister spirits of the dead! The locals get tight lipped when the group of archaeologists mention their destination, one big dude offers to take them if their hearts are pure and because they’re just some silly white folks, they assure him they will be fine. Decades earlier a bunch of folks came to a messy end and the place has been off limits since then. This is why their guide won’t take them all the way. He also helpfully warns them to leave before sundown. They don’t even get the chance to ignore that warning. Setting up at an abandoned campground, the gaggle of Caucasians go about their business of setting themselves up to be victims. There’s plenty of exploring of the area and then the most dick-headed of the team comes across old film canisters belonging to the ill-fated campers from the 70s. Conveniently located next to an old projector. The footage (none of which should have survived being unprotected in the Florida swamps for decades) is disturbing and unbelievably features he and his colleagues among the era-appropriate idiots. He decides not to share this with anyone. Sacred sticks are found, canoes are sunk, ghostly voices are heard and past sins are answered for. It takes forever for all of this to go anywhere and it’s not really worth the wait. The cast is capable at least, it looks fine when it’s not experimenting with Se7en edits and there’s some bloody ends for our awful “heroes”. Still, there’s not much here to sink your teeth into and it only kind of cuts loose with like ten minutes left in the runtime. Just watch Death Curse of Tartu is you need a Florida swampland horror film involving dumb white folks getting got by Native American magic.
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