One normal summer day back in 1983, I was visiting a friend’s house, and a bunch of us were sitting around in his living room when someone suggested we pop a movie into the VCR.
How about The Exorcist, my friend’s younger brother suggested, to which my friend immediately said “no”.
It seems he had seen William Friedkin's frightfest just the night before, and it scared the hell out of him. But his brother was pretty persistent, and since most of us had never seen The Exorcist, my friend was out-voted by about 8 to 1.
It seems he had seen William Friedkin's frightfest just the night before, and it scared the hell out of him. But his brother was pretty persistent, and since most of us had never seen The Exorcist, my friend was out-voted by about 8 to 1.
So, while he sat with his head buried in a pillow, the rest of us watched as Linda Blair flailed, spun and spewed.
Well, it wasn’t long before I was covering my eyes, and I wasn’t the only one.
Those images proved to be very traumatic for me; because of The Exorcist, I wore a rosary around my neck for two solid months. In fact, I’ve only worked up the nerve to see this movie something like 3 or 4 times since that afternoon all those years ago, and it never fails to frighten me.
In my opinion, The Exorcist is the granddaddy of scary movies, and probably always will be.
In my opinion, The Exorcist is the granddaddy of scary movies, and probably always will be.