The Exorcist (1973 original release, sans spider-walk scene). I haven’t watched this in quite a while, but saw the title as I was scanning the list of movies we have on HBO. I’m still struck by how low-key some of the scenes are leading up to the possession. There is a naturalness to the interactions that plays in stark contrast to the horrors to come.
The gradual physical and mental deterioration of the main characters is so convincing to me. When Chris realizes that it was her daughter who killed Burke, the revelation is done subtly, but so powerfully.
I remember my husband and others complaining about the hysterical mother. How would you feel if your 12-year-old was going through this ordeal? Mightn’t you be a little hysterical? Or do you believe you’d be stoic? I thought Ellen Burstyn’s portrayal of a mother’s descent into despair was completely believable.
Linda Blair was remarkable. Granted, a great deal of the effect was due to makeup and special effects. But her innocence and vulnerability make the child’s ordeal all the more poignant because she seems so real. She’s not doing the “cute kid” overacting. She comes across as a normal kid trapped in a torture beyond our comprehension.
I also appreciate the balance the film (and book) struck between mental illness and the supernatural. I was in my teens when I read the book, and I think this and Sybil were really the first times I’d been exposed to such an in-depth exploration of mental illness and what it could do to the individuals suffering with it.
“Tubular Bells” and the film, itself … still haunting after all these years.