This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I've watched this film every Halloween for ten years. But I've probably seen it closer to 20 times, give or take.
This viewing was strange for me. Ten years ago, I was Regan's age. Ten years ago, Regan and I were equals. After all this time, she has finally become a child to me, which made her actions even more shocking.
Though I knew what foul thing she would spew next, vulgarities I've all but memorised from years of being…
Still one of the most disturbing movies I've ever seen. So much of it hinges of the credibility of the late Marilyn Burns' fear. Her fear is contagious.
The terror is unrelenting. It's tactless in the best possible way; it doesn't let up. You might expect a break, an exterior shot of the house or moon to counterbalance the rawness of the dinner scene, but there's no respite. You're trapped in the scene with Sally.
And yet it's watchable. I…