TWO STARS
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, there was an interesting American filmmaker named David Gordon Green, author of very good comedies and independent films. For some reason, he began to dedicate himself to remaking (let’s say, destroying) a horror classic, Halloween, and it went well.
Now, go back with the demolisher to do it with The Exorcist, a film that didn’t need anything else (it has, incidentally, two sequels, of which the third is very good but it is something else). Beyond the fact that the casting is “diverse” (oh, Hollywood, damn your guilt marketing), the reader sees the rating: for thirteen years “with reservations” (because the child can be scared by some scenes). That is, the total pasteurization of a world which, in its origins, led to the roots of the problem of faith, science, family, even cinema itself.
Not here, we have Green’s old trick, used with Jamie Lee Curtis on their Halloweens – to the mother of the first film giving a hand, to decline the film in feminine terms. The plot? A girl enters a forest, comes out possessed, has a friend (one girl is white, the other is black) and things get ugly. That’s it. You shouldn’t judge a movie by its trailer or its intention, it’s all business, we know.
But here there is nothing more than taking advantage of a name to do something minor and insipid.
