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If it weren’t for the authors pushing the horror elements, I’d even rate it with all five stars. But not only were the occasional jump-scares cheesy, they were also pointless. They were just there to try and create a distinguished atmosphere that the movie already had without them. And that was mostly due to the great combination of story and atmosphere which was definitely inspired by the legendary movie Seven. But after I watched the movie, I was shocked by the fact that it was – once again – based on true events. I can’t help but think that I haven’t seen a familiar story in the news or heard someone speak about a similar experience. It’s always introduced by these sorts of horrors that try to assure us that all that exorcism is based on true events. Isn’t the actual truth going to be a little different? Or maybe it’s a ploy to support the Church? And Eric Bana was great in this, but the authors could have done without the final scene. (15.07.2014)

One day, Catholic cop Sarchie got blind drunk and had a fit at the jukebox playing The Doors. And now there’s a humorous police crime buddy exorcist horror “inspired by true events" where, thanks to the width of the genre, you don’t get clichés you’ve seen a hundred times over from just one or two, but from three genres at once. So situations arise where separate clichés meet in clashing combinations and create something completely new, often bizarre or downright ridiculous, but always (however unintentionally) entertaining. If only it could decide what it wants to be, if it were shorter, if only it didn’t run off naively into ridiculous situations (welcome to the tomb with the twisting Morrison or the furry owl) if only the frights weren’t so cheap and pre-warned, if only Ramírez had at least a pinch of charisma, if only McHale weren’t Jeff from Community, if only this, if only that, this could have been good, very good. Unfortunately, there are too many “if only"s for one picture. (03.07.2014)

Demons are lousy room painters, and owls are not what they seem. A senselessly swollen mix of police procedural, a dark Fincher thriller about the crisis of (post) postmodern society, and all the exorcist horror movies you've ever seen. Instead of a chilling treatment of the actual events, Satchie's supposedly real case appears to be a confused excerpt of a viewer who has seen far too many genre films. Derrickson's style is very cumbersome compared to the sophistication and accuracy of Sinister, and there is very little work with gradation. After a few minutes, when guys with loose make-up and creaking devil whores parade on the screen, the film moves exactly on the unpleasant edge of terror and mockery. Although in my opinion he never went too far to one side, he also certainly didn't settle on the good one either. An excessive number of aggressive and unimaginative jump scares, this time mostly dysfunctionally involved in various ways of shooting, a couple of traditionally luxurious sonic terrors that are important for storytelling, excellently cast starring roles, and proof that Doors are evil only good enough for Sumerian demons. I was expecting an (un)pleasant summer ride through a haunted castle in the style of the excellent Conjuring, and what I got was a confused patchwork of many films blinded by didactic discussions about good, evil and atonement for guilt. Were it not for the traditionally powerful Bana and especially Ramirez, who should be hired by the Vatican as a sexy Jesuit, it would be a mess. This way, its slightly above-average, but at the same time a demonstration that Derrickson doesn’t do all that well in a genre that he should be good at. Of his three horrors, Deliver Us from Evil is the weakest. (03.07.2014)

As the lightning struck a lone tree by the roadside, I began to suspect where the director's path would lead. This is because Derrickson's undoubted talent was given a financial infusion and bigger-name actors, but in doing so, he signed up for the Bruckheimerian devil that relies on clichés and plot banalities in the plot. In fact, it’s not really pulled off even by the few skillfully-conceived scary scenes and instead makes you lament how dysfunctional the chemistry between the characters is. This makes it subjectively about half an hour longer, and slightly more excruciating in the end than the filmmakers intended. (07.11.2014)

The elements of ghost horror movies set in an A-rated thriller a la Se7en – a tough cop with a flashlight finds his way through the darkness. The script is not exactly inventive, but the craftsmanship is perfect. Scott Derrickson knows what he’s doing. The main character is not a one-dimensional good guy; he has his own skeleton in the closet he has to deal with. The atypical priest becomes an important sidekick. The film is aided by its fast pace, the hellish make-up of the main bad guy (Sean Harris, who plays him, also deserves praise) and the instrumentally varied music by Christopher Young, which is monumental bordering on frightening. The slow start escalates into an intense horror experience. The use of music by The Doors is strange, but it gives the film a certain cool feel and individuality. “Vengeance always destroys the avenger.” (07.08.2014)