One Paragraph Movie Review: The Exorcist

One hundred and thirty-fifth film: The Exorcist. I went to a slumber party when I was in primary school where this film was shown, and I can give an absolute cast-iron guarantee that however old I was at the time, it was not old enough to see The Exorcist. It’s a tale as old as time — actor’s daughter gets possessed by demons, hot priest tries to exorcise demons, and someone should really either put a railing at the top of those stairs or a mattress at the bottom of them. I’m still gobsmacked at how utterly unsettling and tense these two hours are, and how believable the very unbelievable story is in the scarred and mucky hands of Linda Blair, who no doubt typecast herself out of the teen movie market via litres of vomit and a single crucifix. Not a good time, but an incredible time. Five why-you-do-this-to-me-Dimmys out of five.