Despite the filmmakers insistence on the Blu-ray extras, I dont think that anyone will be tricked into thinking its real, although the cast certainly is more convincing than those other tries. It helps that none of them are names, and that none their faces approach anywhere near the realm of recognition.
Patrick Fabian (TVs Big Love) commands the screen as Rev. Cotton Marcus, a genuine family man and a wonderfully charismatic preacher at a small Louisiana church. But love doesnt pay the bills, he notes, which is why he moonlights as a freelance exorcist. The thing is, he doesnt believe in demons; hes just doing it for the cash.
Right away, that makes Marcus more interesting than he otherwise would be. As he explains, some may call him a fraud, but if he can help remove the thought from the minds of people who believe they are possessed by the devil, wheres the harm?
The harm exists when exorcisms are performed incorrectly, such as a case he reads about that resulted in the fatal suffocation of a 10-year-old boy. So sickened is Marcus by the outcome, that he not only vows to quit the exorcism biz, but expose it for the sham it is. With a two-man documentary film crew in tow, he takes one final job hence the title to show the world the wizard behind the curtain, so to speak.
But what if the joke were on Marcus?
Thats the premise that keeps the no-frills film chugging along. Even as we see him rigging the room of the virginal, home-schooled, supposedly possessed teenager Nell Sweetzer (Ashley Bell), we know the tricks he will pull to separate Nells widowed, Fundamentalist father (Louis Herthum) from a wad of cash will be nothing compared to what Ol Scratch has in store.
Anyone whos seen The Exorcist knows every bullet point on that agenda: a turning head, a filthy mouth, even a little puke. Luckily, the movie takes a slight turn or two so it doesnt just rest on William Friedkins laurels.
Still, to the jaded fright-flick viewer, there is nothing in The Last Exorcism that will make one jump, gasp or break a sweat. Thats not to say the 87-minute exploration into issues of faith and fear cant be enjoyable, anyway. With solid lead performances and a script that rises above one-trick-pony status, it can and is. Audition footage included on the Blu-ray hammers home my thoughts that Fabian and Bell delivered two of the years most underrated turns.
The disc also includes a 15-minute piece on real-life exorcisms, which is dry except for audio recordings purported to have captured demonic voices at work. An amusing warning recommends that in order to keep these forces from invading your home, you should say a protection prayer beforehand; conveniently, one is included for your recitation pleasure.
Exorcism is better at home for two central reasons: You now know what it is and what it isn't (the 20-minute production featurette attests to that), and best of all, you won't get nauseous from the shaky, handheld camerawork as I nearly did in theaters. That alone deserves a hallelujah! Rod Lott