Do let me know if you go, I’m still (slowly) writing a comparative piece about Hollywood horror tourism in DC (Exorcist Steps), Point Pleasant (Mothman), and Burkittsville (Blair Witch). Sadly, although I had tickets, I wasn’t able to attend the recent outdoor screening of the Blair Witch Project – the first time the film has ever been shown in the town it made (in)famous.
I know, I know. Regret weighs you down, life is short, look to the future, be toxically positive to manifest your destiny, you never know when you could die in the woods at the hands of an angry ghoul, blah blah blah.
Still, I’m a little sad I missed that screening, everyone tells me it was great fun.