For those hording toilet paper

Watched V/H/S (2012) for the third time and I can certainly say that it digresses with each viewing. I do think there's the idea, concept, whatever, that is a cool nostalgic tool that appeals to us of the video age. Those of us who dealt with rough recordings/copies of movies both made by us and rented from elsewhere get a bone tossed at us by those who also spent their time experiencing the scratchy, glitchy, video quality, with all the tracking problems and irksome degeneration of the tape. But glasses being able to record a demon obliterating his drunk and horny friends while the wearer tries to flee her advances and a "glitch psycho" picking off teens in the woods (think your tracking problem turned into a phantom who is wicked with a knife (what he is and how he came into existence isn't elaborated) don't quite capitalize exponentially on the concept. In and out appearances of murdered friends of a girl recorded from a previous visit to the woods and what is being captured present seems as questionable even if jarringly unsettling. The chilling idea of snuff on film is rather effective in and of itself, but glitch killers carrying them out is rather dubious. Boring touring footage of a couple in Arizona going about their travel exploits and how the wife might not be quite so happy in the marriage (as evidenced by what someone else does to her husband) doesn't thrill as much as remind me of the inundating dullness of watching everyday life. Only a brief scourge of knife violence to a throat jars the banality. Halloween hijinks by dudes looking for a party and inadvertently interrupting an exorcism unleashing a house invaded by dark spirits levitating people and objects, with hands reaching from walls, as they drag a girl out of the clutches of folks hoping to rid her of evil plays on Paranormal Activity films, including the grim finale where a car ride escape with the wrong passenger brings on a train...this is closer to what currently exists than a throwback to the days of 80s/90s youth. Vandals damaging property and stealing tapes from a dead man's home, who just so happens to turn into a zombie for whatever reason, as a wraparound and excuse to have others survey the recordings that make up the anthology, features shaky footage at its worst. Yeah, no legs for this found footage offering which earned plenty of pop upon release and word of mouth.