“The Exorcism” Review | This Makes “The Pope’s Exorcist” Look Like “The Exorcist”
I’m officially sick of exorcism horror movies. They’re the worst subgenre in horror, and I wish they would just go away. The Exorcism is the latest in a long, tedious line of exorcist movies that offer nothing substantial to the table and exist merely to cash in on the current horror craze. To those wondering: no, this is not a sequel to The Pope’s Exorcist. In all honesty, despite Russell Crowe’s previous venture into the unholy being fairly ridiculous (remember the ending that teased dozens of other sequels? I sure don’t want to live in that timeline), I’d much rather watch that outlandish piece of work over this pure slice of boredom.
Gabriele Amorth is riding his scooter once again when he — nope, sorry, wrong movie. Alright….here we are:
After a mysterious death causes the director of the upcoming remake of The Georgetown Project to search for a new lead, opportunity arises for the recovering alcoholic actor Anthony Miller. Miller, whose hipster daughter Lee is staying with him in the midst of her school suspension, looks to make his daughter proud and re-vitalize his career and life after the death of his wife. However, it seems as if the material is summoning something far more sinister within Anthony’s soul, and it’s only a matter of time before Lee — finding a bond with…
