WHILE I WAS waiting in a long, cold line to get into The Exorcist, a girl who was with a group of people behind me detached herself from the group and went to sit on a stone stoop.
"Hey, I hope you freeze your tail off," one of her friends said.
"Hey, I hope you get a hemorrhoid," one of her male friends said.
When I got inside the theater and The Exorcist started, the dialogue did not get any better. But the movie was terribly scary.
The Exorcist is a movie which is so bad that one must stand back and watch the full scope of the retreat on which it has led modern moviemaking to fully understand its significance.
Such story as there is concerns the devil's taking up residence in a human body. And not just any old body. The devil enters the body and soul of a lovely, not-yet nubile twelve-year-old girl. She is the daughter of a movie star who is temporarily living in Washington, D.C., in a mansion in Georgetown.
(Why the devil, who could presumably go anywhere, should go to Washington is never explained, which is just as well.)