There’s a special thrill when a mockumentary horror earns its format, and Noroi: The Curse does — at least for a while. It starts like standard shaky-cam fare, all jumpy framing and nervous chatter, but gradually builds a creeping unease that feels closer to J-horror than Hollywood hysteria. The atmosphere thickens; the dread seeps in, and suddenly you’re not watching actors — you’re watching something you shouldn’t.
The final 40 minutes are where it really comes alive, twisting from curiosity to full-blown panic. A few moments chilled me in that old-fashioned way — the kind that leaves you staring into dark corners long after.
It’s not flawless — the genre clichés still poke through — but it’s a welcome reminder that found footage can still unsettle when it trades noise for nuance. Sometimes all you need is a camera, a ghost, and the nerve to keep filming.