InRO Weekly — Volume 1, Issue 16
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FILM REVIEWS<br />
possession game, and one has to wonder how he would react to a<br />
movie that features him repeatedly taking swigs from a flask and<br />
washing his sweaty pits with holy water <strong>—</strong> pious as he is, he does<br />
at least say a Hail Mary before that last transgression. So yes, this<br />
priest is a bit of a rapscallion, bellowing “Cuckoo!” while walking<br />
around Vatican City and chasing after large groups of nuns, all in<br />
the name of a laugh. But there’s nothing funny about evil, and<br />
Amorth is appalled when a new group of senior advisors within<br />
the Church try to tell him how to do his job. The heartless<br />
bureaucrats are slashing jobs while refuting the existence of evil,<br />
a curious detail to include in a film set in 1987, although one<br />
would be hard-pressed to determine the exact era, so<br />
unconcerned is the end product in such trifling details. (But hey,<br />
The Pope’s Exorcist is woke to the evils of corporate capitalism!)<br />
The Pope himself (Franco Nero), however, is on Amorth’s side, and<br />
there are certainly worse people to have in your corner.<br />
Meanwhile, in an abbey in the countryside of Spain, an American<br />
family consisting of mom Julie (Alex Essoe) and kids Amy (Laurel<br />
Marsden) and Henry (Peter DeSouza-Feighoney) have arrived to<br />
commence construction on a new home and start a new life after<br />
the car crash death of their beloved patriarch a year earlier.<br />
Henry was present for the event, and was so traumatized by what<br />
he saw that he hasn’t spoken a word since; this tracks when the<br />
film abruptly flashes back to that fateful night for a single shot<br />
from Henry’s POV that consists of the father with a piece of rebar<br />
impaled through his skull. Again, nice touch. Turns out, this abbey<br />
has a storied history of evil, and it isn’t long before the<br />
construction crew has inadvertently awakened a long-dormant<br />
demonic entity that immediately possesses the young and<br />
emotionally prone Henry. Cut to the young boy honking boobs and<br />
smashing heads though porcelain sinks, all while repeating the<br />
word “fuck” more times than Joe Pesci in Goodfellas. (Bonus<br />
points for a film concerning exorcisms that is actually rated-R<br />
and leans heavily into that lane.) Amorth is soon called to the<br />
manor, and discovers that this possession may be the real deal,<br />
especially after the demon discusses long-buried secrets and<br />
sins from the Father’s past. He teams up with a local priest by the<br />
name of Esquibel (Daniel Zovatto), because dude could use the<br />
help, especially when it’s discovered that somehowboth this<br />
demon and the property are linked to the Church itself, ultimately<br />
exposing its attempt to cover-up its role in the Spanish<br />
Inquisition(!). No wonder Amorth is so sweaty.<br />
The degree to which The Pope’s Exorcist attempts to be both<br />
reverent and critical of the Catholic Church is as compellingly<br />
ridiculous as everything else on display, a story of how individual<br />
goodness can triumph over systemic rot. But lest you think the<br />
movie sounds more serious or profound than it actually is, Avery<br />
is not the least bit interested in anything resembling depth or<br />
authenticity, and thank God for that. Every facet of the<br />
production is consistent in its intentional key of borderline camp,<br />
from Crowe’s voracious scenery-chewing to the cheap-looking<br />
production design to the SyFy Channel-level visual effects.<br />
There’s simply no denying the certain charm of watching an<br />
obvious rubber doll with the voice of Ralph Ineson refer to a<br />
priest as a “panty sniffer.” And then there’s the film’s climactic<br />
showdown, which sees Father Esquibel throw a cross to Amorth<br />
but with the holy relic meant to mimic a gun. Avery somehow<br />
even manages to sneak some gratuitous female nudity into the<br />
proceedings, because of course he does, and also leaves the<br />
door open for 199 <strong>—</strong> yes, 199! <strong>—</strong> possible sequels, with Amorth<br />
commenting that a replacement will be needed somewhere down<br />
the road. The Pope’s Exorcist is exactly what this stale subgenre<br />
needed <strong>—</strong> a blast of gory, goofy fun in a desert of dire solemnity.<br />
Personally, this critic will take ten more entries minimum, so long<br />
as they include even more scenes of the Pope projectilevomiting<br />
blood into people’s faces. Thank God, thank the devil,<br />
thank the demons <strong>—</strong> this movie is good. <strong>—</strong> STEVEN WARNER<br />
DIRECTOR: Julius Avery; CAST: Russell Crowe, Daniel Zovatto,<br />
Alex Essoe, Franco Nero; DISTRIBUTOR: Sony Pictures; IN<br />
THEATERS: April 14; RUNTIME: 1 hr. 43 min.<br />
SOMEWHERE IN QUEENS<br />
Ray Romano<br />
After Jerry Seinfeld and his "What's the deal?" color commentary<br />
on the silliness of the quotidian struck gold in Seinfeld,<br />
comedians started to habitually appear in comedies and sitcoms,<br />
popping up like dandelions, most of it harmless. But rarely was<br />
anyone or anything as incisively irreverent or eccentric or<br />
intelligent as what Seinfeld and Larry David did. Everybody Loves<br />
Raymond, starring Ray Romano as a version of himself but in<br />
Long Island instead of Queens, is one of these unremarkable<br />
shows that, nonetheless, makes for pleasurable background<br />
viewing, a pleasant concatenation of a decade’s<br />
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