Bob Ingersoll gets emails every day. He reads each one. The senders often turn into friends. Those friends lead him to other areas of interest related to his work. But Ingersoll does not want this story to be about him.
I get why last year's found-footage anthology, V/H/S, proved so divisive to horror audiences. I don't agree with it, but hey, it makes my job reviewing the sequel so much easier: If you liked V/H/S, just press play on V/H/S/2; if you didn't, don't even start.