For all the largely justified despondency generated by the endless cycle of unwanted sequels and unnecessary remakes, few have generated as much vitriol as the announcement that Paul
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At its best, the found footage genre manages to convince the audience that it is a genuine document, materials retrieved and assembled in the public interest, often relating
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