The Exorcist is a film that I find completely fascinating. Throughout, it has that un-self-conscious melancholy aura that films from the 70's captured so well. Amongst a film full of great ones, Ellen Burstyn's performance (in conjunction with Blatty's story and Friedkin's direction) brings a humanity to the proceedings that translates into a realism that manages to legitimize the ultimately shocking and supernatural goings-on. Although at the time of its release it was considered outrageously gratuitous in it's portrayal of demonic horribleness, to me the filmmakers seem to have got it just right. I find its every move to be an essential step toward the truly brilliant climax.
For anyone who has not seen it, nor been spoiled of its charms(!) by exposure to its infamous elements, it offers a magnificently horrific viewing experience. I call it the greatest horror film ever. I once watched this alone on a foggy autumn evening in a Victorian row house in San Francisco and I've never been so scared in my life. I had to get out of the house and take a walk at midnight, just to find some other people to be around!
Horror films are an area where I cut more slack to the notion of subjectivity as relates to "greatness". But that's a topic for another day....
i hate horror movies...i rarely watch them...I loved the Omen, because it was smart and psychological.
but the Exorcist terrorized me for life...it is a brilliant film, to the extreme. it is both a visual and meticulously crafted, and paced psychological assault on the viewer... but i have been terrified of it since i first saw it advertised when i was young...
it took me literally 30 years to finally watch it, all i would see was her face in one of the quick shots that they would do to advertise that it was on TV, or in one of those montages for the academy awards...and it would just kill me...and i would not sleep that night...happened 100s of times.
so finally, in about 1998, i decided i was going to try to watch it...it was on cable, and i sort of watched it, but with my hands over my eyes, and once her face started getting really bad, i could not take it anymore and turned it off.
i was really disappointed with myself, and had nightmares that night, even though i really hadn't seen much (i got up to the pea soup scene)
then i saw it was on next on a channel i did not get, but that only came in gray lines and static, but you could sort of see, but not much...the sound was perfect though, so i thought that was perfect...
i watched it all the way through but could not see her face except in gray blurred snippets, but i heard everything...
so that was another small step.
then, it was on one of the spanish channels...i decided to watch it, hands over my eyes so i saw nothing, and the spanish sort of desensitized it for me, and of course i did not see her face.
then, i read the screen play on line...twice, so i always knew what was coming and when...finally i watched it all the way through (hands over eyes of course, but enough to watch it all and see most of it)
it really is a brilliant film in every way...writing, directing, camera work, acting...i have nothing but the highest regard for it, if nothing for not only scaring the shit out of me for so many decades, but for doing it without the cheap "aaaaaaaahhhh", jumping out from behind the corner scares that are an easy way out...
the terror is palpable...it builds, it stays, then ebbs...there is calm, then it builds again, gets more intense, stays longer, then it releases you...
you feel like you are actually in the kitchen of the house downstairs, and that is the only time you feel safe, either downstairs or outside the house...but you still, must go back up the stairs, and you hear her screams up there, and wonder what new horror awaits...
you dread going up the stairs...you must confront what you cannot handle...you hate and fear the terror that is behind that door...you cannot handle going in to that room...it is too terrifying...and it keeps going...you are never safe...the beginning of the final sequence when Merrin arrives, and the classic shot of him outside, with the streetlight and the fog, and the spectral light from her window, is just epically spinechilling...he arives to confront the demon Pazuzu, who he confronted all those years ago when he was a younger man in North Africa....
it is a brilliant work.
then of course, that awful maze game on the internet came out, and i got nailed with once, and since it is literally the most horrible picture of her, from the scariest point of the film, it just kills me, and now i see it everywhere on the net.
the picture of her still terrifies me, but i have managed to desensitize myself to it so much, that i can handle viewing the picture and the visuals almost completely, but i do not do well when it comes as a "surprise" still.
pathetic, i know. :redface: