The Exorcist is the first of a series of movies that I consider to be my all time favourites, and that for several reasons haven't properly reviewed yet.
As I've seen it again recently, this seems like a great place to start.
It's hard to review a movie like this in today's time. Specially considering the subject. Back in 1973, there was no Internet. There was no religious choice per se (most western civilizations made their toddlers catholics / christians / religious zombies before they even knew how to think). There wasn't that much tolerance regarding certain things or subjects. There was a natural tendency of shock and outrage when facing some more extreme visual and audio displays.
For that reason, when The Exorcist was released, a big part of the world shook. Sadly, I only know this due to some feedback from the past and a fair amount of intensive research. Although I was still fortunate enough to watch it at a time when things weren't all that different.
And, obviously , it shook my world as well.
The Exorcist is, by far, William Friedkin's masterpiece. Such an achievement comes once in a lifetime (if that much) in a director's career. He got his at a very early stage.
In a way (brainless idiots aside), I can't help but to feel sorry for today's movie productions. Because no matter how hard they try, there will never be a way for anyone to top this in the same genre. Simply because it's 2008. The shock isn't there anymore. Nowadays, you can pretty much do whatever you want in a movie, that no matter how dark, eerie or horrifying you want it to be, you will never be able to capture the necessary sensitivities. 1973's sensitivities, for one. Unless you're actually one of the very few people that crave and search that feeling in some movies, you will either come out of the theatre saying something like "It was a nice movie" or "Did you see that scene where she sticks the crucifix in her p..." and probably even laugh about it.
And those were simply not proper reactions for The Exorcist in 1973. A proper reaction would be a gaze of shock and horror in your eyes. A physical and mental exhaustion. A nervous and hard-to-unfold speech.
This movie was able to accomplish this. Just take a look at the reactions of the ones fortunate enough to go see this in the theatres 35 years ago. You can't fake that. Usually, you don't even see it coming.
I could go on and start talking about the aspects of the movie itself. But there's no point in me doing that. Simply because I wouldn't change a thing. If you're capable of picking up little details, you realize that everything is exactly how it should be.
So what I guess I'm trying to say is something like this.
If you still haven't seen it yet, or have seen it in the last 15 years for the first time, or have seen it before but were too young to remember, I'm not even sure if this is worth being recommended to you, for several reasons.
But if you were of the ones that actually went to see it when it was released, or if you watched it more than 15 years ago and still remember the emotional impact (if there was an impact) it had in you, or even if you've seen it more recently but somehow were able to truly relate to what I've written here...
One of the greatest and most twisted films of all time. A perfect demonstration of the darkest corners of the human psyche. The most brutal and brilliant of the genre.
Another movie I've been meaning to review for ages, since it's in my absolute top of preferences. But these ones usually take longer, as I'm always afraid I'll end up missing something important, hence not making my review as just and praising as it should be.
In a few words, first: raw, sick, filthy, shocking, and perverse to the core.
The original TCM is an unparalleled achievement and a priceless contribution for the classic, gory horror cult genre. This movie is all about revisiting torture, in many forms, over and over again.
Make no mistakes. This is one of those movies that you either have to say you love or hate. There is no way of standing in the middle. "Normal" people will probably tend to reject and ostracize it, making use of the argument that it has no plot, no fundament, no substance. That this is just free violence for the sake of shock and controversy. Trend freaks will probably tend to say they loved it just because nowadays it seems hip and fun and fashionable to appreciate explicit gore and violence and torture through movies, especially in the so called classic ones. These too have no idea what this movie is about. Most likely, a great number of them hasn't even seen it yet. Intelectuals or pseudo-intelectuals will probably tend to regard it as a low budget groundbreaking, avant-garde movie, although deep down inside, it's unlikely that there is any part in them capable of feeling something other than disgust by its essence.
I could go on for hours.
Then, there are others, whose irrational morbid fascination for the ORIGINAL Texas Chainsaw Massacre lacks a proper explanation. Better yet, lacks a need to be explained. Those people relate to the movie simply because its true core appeals to them, and despite the fact that most of them will actually try to verbalize an explanation, I feel there is no need for it. Some people are just more connected to some things than others. Watch American Psycho, watch the scene where he is exercizing, and look at the movie playing in the background. It's just something you feel. Not something you think.
And for me, this movie is perfect in every way.
"I was just standing in Montgomery Ward's, in front of an upright display of chainsaws, thinking of a way to get through the crowd. And the focus just racked from my eyeball to the people to the saws, and the idea popped." Tobe Hooper
I guess, deep down inside, it all comes down to which thoughts pop into your mind, when you're standing on a crowded store cue waiting for your turn to pay.