Words really can’t express just how badly My Best Friend’s Exorcism sat on my palate, which is a huge problem given that words are my trade and I used about 900 of them in my review of the film. Where Grady Hendrix’s writing sparks with life, Damon Thomas’ film adaptation sputters; listless, dull, uninspired, weighed down by inertia. This, to me, is what it looks like when no one involved in making the movie gives a damn.
It’s possible that I’m wrong and everyone gave a damn about My Best Friend’s Exorcism, but if so, then that’s even worse.
You can read my full review over at Paste Magazine.
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