For me, one of the best surprises I came across at last year's Fantastic Fest was Cropsey, a documentary by Joshua Zeman and Barbara Brancaccio. Given that particular festival is mainly about absurdly unrealistic films, Cropsey ended up having this strange word of mouth around the theater lines. It was inevitable when talking about what someone had already seen at the fest or what they were planning to that you'd hear the phrase, "So Cropsey is good, eh? I thought it was just a mockumentary, not an actual documentary..."

The reason people were confused about what kind of movie Cropsey is had nothing to do with the style of filmmaking. It was entirely because the subject matter of Zeman and Brancaccio's documentary is so uniquely specific, so bothersome and unbelievable that it seems like it's the script for a horror movie. It's not a script, though. There's nothing staged or hoaxy about it at all. Cropsey is an examination of a real boogeyman that still haunts the memories of many Staten Islanders. And boy is it creepy. This film cuts deep in ways scripted horror movies can only dream of.

Here's the synopsis from the film's official site:
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