1973 | dir: William Friedkin | 122 m
Its become apparent that over the past couple of years that not only horror has taken over my main movie watching, but the slasher sub-genre has hacked its way to the forefront. Yet there is a wealth of other incredible content that has been pushed to the side, including The Exorcist. Not unlike the other franchises I've spent time with lately, I saw The Exorcist decades ago; unfortunately I didn't have the foresight to catalog my views so the experience is practically nonexistent save that it did, indeed, happen. Regardless, it was time to revisit something outside the slasher world; I started with some supernatural in the realm of Insidious, and as Halloween approached I spun my disc for The Exorcist. This film just keeps getting better with time, right? The Exorcist has permeated popular culture to the point where my own memories of the film are replaced entirely with all the parodies, homages and call outs; it was surprising then, that most of the exorcism itself - the element that is most referenced - takes up a brief amount of time near the end of the film and while I did not time it, felt like it ended relatively quickly. But that's not a negative: this film takes its time and builds up properly, with incredible tension and wonder leading all the way to the thrilling conclusion. Everything in this film felt earned; no shortcuts and nothing unnecessary filling the runtime. I would behest to say The Exorcist is one of those films that feels like cinema, if that even makes sense: these films wake up that part of my brain that remembers "oh yes, THIS is why I love movies so much."
Rating: 4.5 / 5