Yesterday I lucked into a screening of Jonathan Hensleigh‘s Welcome to the Jungle, a hand-held, Blair Witch-y, spookily atmospheric horror film about four kids looking for the remains of Michael Rockefeller in New Guinea (which they hope will lead to paydirt) and running into cannibals.

And I don’t mean nameless actors who’ve been wardrobe-fitted with animal-bone necklaces and loincloths and had the right kind of movie-set makeup applied so they’ll “look” like cannibals. I mean genuinely spooky feral types with muddy-milky skin and carrying hand-made weapons. We never see them all that clearly, but they’re glimpsed now and then, crouched and stalking through jungle flora and looking like the real deal. Yeah, I know…but I believed it. It creeped me out in a way that I’m not likely to forget.