Despite getting stuck in a theatre full of moron teenagers who whooped and hollered and screamed every time someone blinked their eyes, I still really enjoyed this movie.
We’ve seen the exorcism done a million times. The Rite, The Last Exorcism, The Exorcism of Emily Rose, and most notoriously, The Exorcist. But never a Jewish exorcism. The idea of a Dybbuk box (a box said to hold a demonic spirit in Jewish folklore) is certainly interesting, and in the case of the box in the film, the contents themselves can be rather ominous.
But at any rate, the movie was quite good. Jeffrey Dean Morgan was great, and Natasha Calis was fantastic. She has a face that looks perfectly angelic one second, and can chill your blood the next. The scene when she’s talking to her father about the box while she’s scarfing food was especially creepy, and also the kitchen scene with her mother. My feet hurt for a little while after that.
Definitely worth a trip to the movies, I think. Just make sure you’re in a less rambunctious group. I think I would have appreciated it even more if it hadn’t been so heavy narrated by the peanut gallery.