It’s possible, though unlikely, that I gave My Best Friend’s Exorcism, a film I greatly looked forward to, too high a rating; it really is quite awful. But an awful demonic possession film is one thing and an awful adaptation demonic possession film based on a Grady Hendrix book is another.
Hendrix is a strong writer. If you want best proof, you should try reading The Final Girls Support Group, one of those texts that, like so many horror stories, interrogates other horror stories, with wit and drama and compelling characters all layered on top of a true understanding of how slashers work and why we love them.
My Best Friend’s Exorcism doesn’t reflect Hendrix’s spirit in any way; I get the impression that nobody cared a lick about making it, and honestly, I’m not sure how to reconcile that interpretation.
Anyways. You can read my review over at Paste Magazine.
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