This is an unranked list of my most high holiest of favorite movies. It is something continually tinkered with, and…
Exorcist II: The Heretic
It's four years later... what does she remember?
Bizarre nightmares plague Regan MacNeil four years after her possession and exorcism. Has the demon returned? And if so, can the combined faith and knowledge of a Vatican investigator and a hypnotic research specialist free her from its grasp?
As a sequel to The Exorcist? - Yes, it's a dismal failure.
Viewed as a stand-alone, loopy, mystical/sci-fi/horror hybrid dragged along by a manic Richard Burton performance? - It's actually quite fun.
Somehow I missed out on(avoided...) seeing this until very recently, but finally got my opportunity to view it on the big screen as part of the BFI's John Boorman retrospective.
Seen in a Boorman context alongside the likes of 'Excalibur' and 'Zardoz', it made a lot more sense to me than as a direct sequel to 'The Exorcist'.
I also think that my expectations had been dragged so low due to constant critical derision over the years, that anything - at least - watchable would've impressed somewhat.
What I found was a flawed, but entertaining oddity.
John Boorman makes a terrible sequel to the Exorcist but an excellent 'Italian' horror.
Satan has become an embarrassment to our progressive views.
Holy shit... what the hell is going on here? You get the feeling that director John Boorman and screenwriter William Goodhart never actually watched The Exorcist... or read the book... or the screenplay. Maybe someone told them what happens in the film, who heard it from someone else.
The film is stuck in this 1970s new age psychology which flies in the face of the original film that managed to feel steeped in old world mythology. I usually like it when a sequel or remake tries to do something different, but right from the start when Regan gets hypnotized and synced to her doctor... so they can share memories...…
Sometimes a movie is so nonsensical, so embarrassingly diving off deep ends of logic that I am won back entirely by the nature of its existence as a mangled mutation, a sprawling massacre of potential mythology. In there are still some inspired visual flourishes. The guy falling off the cliff in off-putting slow motion is one of my favorite moments in anything. The movie is just so wrong on so many levels that I consume it as the true guiltiest of pleasures. I mean it, I truly feel guilty for enjoying it as much as I do. A good train wreck turns your head in the right way.
Finally got around to seeing this much-maligned sequel to the Friedkin classic. Expectations were set to their lowest so this damp squib of a film could not anger me but its unfocused approach certainly was an effort to stay awake during.
It certainly makes me glad of all the good to great horror sequels we are getting now.
Like a polite riot in an M&S, this a complete mess in the least interesting way.
An extra star for the stoating soundtrack, some interesting visuals and John Boorman somehow sapping all the horror out an Exorcist film.
This movie is so fucking weird. I can't believe a movie this fried exists ...
Laboring under a preposterous script and the high expectations from the original Wm Friedkin production, this 1977 sequel, and early directorial work by John Boorman, shows some of Boorman’s handle of a camera, but overall can’t get past the looney tunes script invention of a symbiosis created by joint hypnosis (an interesting device, but really???).
Of note, Linda Blair received top billing in this (over Richard Burton… double really???) and also features Louise Fletcher, saddled with the role of Blair’s analyst. Stealing the film, however, is the performance by James Earl Jones as an African shaman or witchdoctor.
Also of note, the Cardinal who sends Burton to investigate the passing of father Merrin (who is somehow given near saint hood…
Wow. What can one say? Boorman went from Deliverance to this? Okay, in addition to being completely hilarious, this is also the most pretentious movie ever made, (aside from The Matrix Reloaded). Good thing Burstyn sat out for this turkey. Please tell me that I did not see James Earl Jones in a big locust suit. Please tell me that I did not see Oscar Winner Louise Fletcher being groped by a matted Linda Blair stand in and moaning (I am not making this up) in such a way that would make Ron Jeremy take notice. And what in the name of all things good and holy is a "Synchronizer" and what does it have to do with anything at…
boorman on some insane shit
fuck you mark
Worst film I've ever watched, insulting both horror film fans and the autistic community in one go in a weird and soppy sequel.
Very, very bad. Incredibly, very bad.
Ever want to know what the name of the demon that possessed Linda Blair in the original film was? Me either. I thought it was "The Devil" but it turns out that it was a locust demon named Pazuzu. No, for real. Pazuzu. You know what's a really scary name? Anything but Pazuzu. Bill, Ted, Rumpstiltskin, all of these names are scarier than Pazuzu. It doesn't matter what creepy voice someone uses to say it. Doesn't matter how much seriousness they put into the enunciation. Pazuzu isn't a scary name. Pazuzu is the name of a clown who entertains at children's parties, not a terrifying demon. Actually, a clown would be heck of a lot scarier than anything in this…
How to assess some stunning imagery - the dream-vision-flashbacks - attached to - whenever the characters talk or move - what is truly one of the worst movies ever made? Since everyone laughs at the crosscutting between Father Whatshisname getting attacked in Africa to Regan stumbling and falling during her tap-dance number (which may have influenced, to immeasurably superior effect, the mind-meld between Elliott and E.T., so it wasn't a total disaster), let me point out my personal favorite howler: Late in the film, when Nice Nurse Ratched desperately tries to beat Burton and Reagan back to Georgetown, she keeps encountering car accidents en route and just can't help herself but come to a full stop and lend a hand.…
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