A Night in the Woods (2011), directed by documentary filmmaker Richard Parry, takes a well-worn gimmick and gives it a decidedly British equivalent, mixing knowingly conventional chills with a gritty story based on an amalgamation of true events.
Scoot McNairy and Anna Skellern play Brody and Kerry, a couple who - along with her potentially psychopathic cousin Leo (Andrew Hawley) - go on a camping trip to explore the creepily dormant atmosphere of Dartmoor's Wistman's Wood, which have a legendary haunted past. Disregarding the advice of fear-mongering town folk - who believe a mysterious huntsman dwells in the woods, attacking and murdering 'sinners' - the trio set about on their voyage of self-discovery, soon finding that their imbalanced relationships have dangerous ramifications.
The Blair Witch Project back in 1999, A Night in the Woods is a clear attempt at cashing in on the found footage technique so tediously in-vogue within low-budget horror filmmaking. Initially playing on the increasingly squalid dynamic between the three leads, with Brody's incessant use of his beloved camera used as a tool to depict the relationship with mournful girlfriend Kerry and unravel his suspicions of Leo, Parry eventually falls prey to the common pitfalls of working under the banner of his storytelling technique of choice.
The camera is left on for no reason, sat at canted angles while the three spout expositional, loaded lines to each other. Characters manoeuvre it to match their own quizzical gaze, and while the utilisation of the infra-red function creates a creepy uplift to unimaginative lines ("There's something else in the woods!"), the nonsensicalities swiftly begin to pile up, leading to a jarringly trivial finale.
Perhaps the most surprising element in Parry's film is how generally placid it is in attempting to deliver scares wrapped in emotional anguish, scares that lack any form of threat or tangibility. Not only are A Night in the Woods' camping trio entirely unlikeable, they're also limply sketched pseudonyms for real people, given only a handful of strangely tacked on sequences to contextualise their pasts.