Directed by
William Friedkin
The mystical sound of the Adhan (a traditional Muslim prayer chant) opens
The Exorcist from the very second the title is displayed
on screen. It makes sense to hear this. After all, as the film begins, we are
fading into the scorching sun and arid landscapes of Iraq, and perhaps this was
Friedkin’s sole intent, but I can’t help sense a tone of dread in this
chanting. It sounds more like a call to arms, not in the spirit of a Jihad, but
to announce the presence of a very true evil among us. No matter what one’s
faith, if present at all, one that everybody can agree that said evil must be stopped
at all costs.
It is a call to arms that is,
perhaps, first heard by Father Merrin (the great Max von Sydow). He is in Iraq
on an excavation mission, where he is seemingly followed by the image of
Pazuzu, and all of its unsettling inertia. Before we know it, we are in Georgetown
with Chris (Ellen Burstyn) and her pre-teen daughter, Regan (Linda Blair). Regan
seems typical for her age, sweet yet childishly mischievous. But her deviant
antics become not only more frequent, but more outlandish, vulgar, and violent.
Chris does everything to get Regan back to her normal self, consulting what
seems like every doctor and psychologist in the city. No matter what treatment,
though, whatever ailment Regan is undergoing won’t budge. Finally, a group of
doctors suggest a last-resort treatment: an exorcism from the Catholic Church.
Enter Damien Karras (Jason Miller)
a local Catholic priest, psychologist by trade. He wanders the world around him
with indifference, simultaneously aware of his duties as a priest but also of
his limitations as a man. By his own admittance, his faith is on its last legs,
which are trembling in weakness – this is only made worse by the recent death
of his mother. He is contacted by Chris to save her daughter, to which he is
hesitant – to him, if somebody wants an exorcism, they’d need to go back in
time to the 16th Century. But interactions with Reagan convince him
of demonic evil afoot.
For the longest time, my
reaction to The Exorcist has always been disappointingly lukewarm. As
the years have gone on, it was a film that I wanted to love, let alone like,
more than I actually did. Then I noticed something: all these years, I had been
watching the Extended Cut. As I did the research, nearly all my criticisms were
to blame on the additions in this cut.
On that note, I would like to
get my criticisms of the Extended Cut out of the way. The vast majority of the additional
scenes, though interesting to watch for curiosity’s sake, add next to nothing. Friedkin
had perhaps a little too much fun with those pop-ups of Pazuzu’s face, and the
frequent appearances of such a terrifying image become laughable, with the
exception of the appearance during Reagan’s hospital tests (the one scene that
I wish would have stayed in the Theatrical Cut). On top of everything else, this
particular cut is scarred by an ending that is tonally awkward and completely
out of place (why would anybody think it’s a good idea to put an homage of Casablanca in a film like this?).
Very recently, I have decided
to watch the original Theatrical Cut. Not only did I save myself 10 minutes,
but I was also now able to see just what the hell everybody was talking about. From
the slower than slow-burn tension in the first act, to the chaos of the second,
capped off by the all-out warfare in the third, the experience of watching The
Exorcist can only be described as painful.
I would give anything within
reason to go back to 1973, where no filmmaker dared even think about showing
what we saw in The Exorcist. To experience the shock of such horrifying
deeds for the first time must have been extraordinary and singular for its time.
What we see and hear is beyond revolting, but not once does it come off as
distasteful or an act of arbitrary shock value (with the arguable exception of
the infamous spider-walk, only in the Extended Cut). Rather, it further corners
the viewer into a do-or-die confrontation with the devil itself, a concept that
is otherwise dismissed as fantasy, which would be the case of The Exorcist if it were a lesser film.
To confront the devil is to face the concept that true evil is not only
among us, but a force that cannot be fought on the physical realm of our
reality. And in that reality, the modern age where the black and white of old
has been shoved to the side by a seemingly infinite amount of grey shades, where
technological and scientific advances have an explanation for everything, perhaps
pure, inexplicable evil is a force that mankind will never be able to even
comprehend. To fight an enemy without being unable to understand it, I think
this is perhaps the most terrifying aspect of The Exorcist. No
hyperbole; it brings be the greatest sense of relief that this is just a movie.
Friedkin creates a spiritual
battlefield out of the world in The Exorcist. Something as miniscule as
dogs fighting or two people arguing with each other implies a greater conflict boiling
outside Chris and Regan’s home. Not only does this make The Exorcist all the more
unsettling, but all the more impressive, considering the vast majority of the action
is set within the confines of said house. I’ve noticed the best of horror tends
to take place in some kind of enclosed setting, whether it be the Overlook Hotel,
the Nostromo, or Outpost 31. Contrary to those films, though, the door to
escape in The Exorcist is wide open, but how terrifying that the greater
good of humanity depends on confronting the devil, in turn remaining in that
house.
It would be a shame if such
potential of a film like this were wasted due to incompetent performances, technicality
and/or writing. Thank the heavens above that no such incompetence is to be
found in The Exorcist. Performances
are all exceptional. Burstyn is very believable as the action-oriented but
ultimately desperate mother in peril. Blair’s fearless conviction as the
possessed Regan is so convincing that one may wonder if there’s some malicious
spark within her. Jason Miller beautifully embodies the faith-imperiled priest,
coming out as the true star of the film. For Father Merrin, I couldn’t think of
a more perfect fit than the great Max von Sydow. Finally, there’s Mercedes McCambridge’s
voice work as the demon within Regan, which can only be described as chilling ("In here, with us" is one of the most terrifying lines in movie history). She's exactly what I expect a demon to sound like.
To this very day, the makeup on
Blair is terrific, and still remains terrifying even after being shown,
referenced, and parodied all over the place, though the makeup job on Sydow
also deserves recognition (allegedly, he wears more makeup than Blair for the
old-age look). Cinematography takes a mostly static and sometimes
documentary-style look. Instead of this making The Exorcist visually
boring, it simply makes the whole premise, one that is complete fantasy to most
of us, all the more believable.
As far as horror films are concerned,
my heart will always lie with The Shining as my favorite, and I don’t
think anybody would argue that Kubrick’s masterpiece earns its ranks as a truly
remarkable achievement in horror. But in the greater scheme of horror films, The
Exorcist very potentially stands as the greatest of the genre. Like what 2001:
A Space Odyssey did for science fiction, as well as The Godfather for
crime and gangsters, The Exorcist took the horror genre, at the time shrouded
in the ranks of B-grade entertainment, and showed what it was truly capable of,
tapping into themes of faith and existentialism, good and evil. Of course, this
is bolstered by great characters and masterful performances. To top it all off,
it’s still scary as hell.