Oh god... where to even start? Possession movies are pretty easy to do terribly, and this was no different. The dismal acting reflected a dismal script. It was incredibly predictable, what with the tropes it made no effort to eschew. Girl lost her faith and has a chip on her shoulder, convinces uncle who owns a newspaper to let her fly to Romania and cover a story. Was it murder or was it an exorcism gone bad? Gee... I wonder what happened to our plucky hard-nosed "journalist" next? This film was so utterly devoid of originality or creativity. The hunky priest (but NOT a love-interest), Father What-a-waste? Check. Mysterious village boy who's somehow connected to everything? Check. Running through a cornfield? Check. British actors putting on a vaguely "Eastern European" accent? Check.
If you want a movie that blurs the line between possession and mental illness, just watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose.
If you want a movie that blurs the line between possession and mental illness, just watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose.