Maybe this genre has been overdone, because gone are the bloodcurdling jackal's offspring of The Omen, and the head-twisters of The Exorcist, or even the household ornament-shifters of The Poltergeist. Instead, Exorcismus starts with a teenage daughter suffering an epileptic fit.
Continued ill health and ominous handwritten messages on bathroom mirrors lead to the usual home meetings with a psycho-analyst / hypnotist.
This so quickly leads to strange voices and a heart attack for the quack that one wonders if any parent of the possessed has ever seen any of these movies before, and therefore ought to know better than to call in the mumbo jumbo merchants in the first place.
Of course, then come the requisite nightmares of cockroaches streaming out of the toilet - and so we go down the well-trodden path of devilish distractions.
It's only a matter of time before we get the modern vicar / care-giver with his own demons involved.
The one thing in this film's favor is that despite covering the same old ground with the exact same plot elements, it does so at a brisk pace. That's the best I can say.
Been there. Done that. Got the tee-shirt.
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