Ever since Linda Blair's head spun like a plate on a Hungarian acrobat's bamboo pole, pretty much everbody has known how to do an exorcism and what to expect. The possessed stretches out on the bed, the holy man shouts prayers, the bed shakes, the demon howls, and there you go.
First there was "Frankenstein." Then there was "Bride of Frankenstein." Then there was "Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein."
Now, the movie that will still be grossing us out twenty years from now--no, I'll go farther than that, this is a movie MORE disgusting than "Let Me Die a Woman," the 1978 classic showing actual surgical footage of a man being turned into a woman. You've heard about it. It's here. A perfect 100 on the Vomit Meter.
