Let's be The Exorcist!

I’m the “rats” in the attic.

I'm the writer of Chris's film, in Paris, fucking!

I am Fr. Karras' mother, sucking cocks in hell.

I am the black nurse giving a WTF look at Regan twirling around in the clinic.

I'm an old altar boy.

I’m a Catholic.

I’m Mother Karras’ walk-up apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. It was a shithole in 1974 but now it fetches $2,700 a month! The two twentysomething bearded twinks with undercuts who live here can barely pay the rent!

I’m the urine on the carpet.

I am the astronaut who is warned by Regan that he is going to die up there.

R8, you bitch! That’s what I wanted to be.

I’m Dimi.

And, I’m the Devil.

I'm Regan's artwork in the basement.

nowanmai

I’m Mister Howdy.

I saw “Angel” six times.

I’m the operator keeping Chris McNeil on hold for 20 minutes.

I'm the white faced subliminal demon seen for just a few seconds. I'm the scariest thing in the movie.

I’m the long flight of stairs outside Regan’s window. I get more action than almost anything else in the movie.

I’m Karl. I know damn well the store is closed but I’m getting the hell out of the house anyway because some weird shit is going down here.

I am Sharon, the personal assistant, who must be getting paid a helluva lot of money in 1973 to stick around this house.

I'm the crucifix Reagan masturbates with

I’m lying, stinking in the earth.

I’m the pen of my aunt.

I am the split pea soup slowly oozing out of Regan's mouth during the exorcism.

It’s CLOSED.

R20.

I’m the dig scenes in Iraq. I’m weirdly scary.

I’m the old kady in the carriage that almost hit Merrin in Iraq.

*lady

I'm the headliner of a solid-white nightclub in heaven for all eternity. And they LOVE me!

I am the opening music that accompanies the Iraq dig scene.

I'm the horrendous sequels and prequel. Little did you know how many hours I'd steal from your lives. No, you can't have them back.

At the tender age of 12, I read this book while on a family camping trip. Oh, Shit! The next thing I knew, the adults of the family were having a Ouija-board party in the lodge the next night, drinking their cocktails. while laughing at its 'entertaining coincidences.' I wanted to scream, "Nooooooo!"

This recollection is all I recall from that night. I must have blacked out from the trauma.

I'm Burke Dennings, an obnoxious, boorish drunk. But I'm a brilliant director, so it's ok.

I am Burke Dennings' head, cracked 180 degrees around by Demon Regan before being tossed down the Georgetown steps.

I'm the hotel operator who can't get the call thru which drives Chris to hysterics. (Ellen Burstyn hates that scene. She says she got too emotional because she was having problems with her real life husband that day.)

I'm the unsettling "Tubular Bells".

I am pre-possessed Regan acting and being treated like a toddler even though I am 12 years old.

I’m Lt. Kinderman’s nagging suspicion

I’m the tasteful autum alter flower arrangement dropped on the floor in shock.

I’m one of two wind-swept nuns walking in slow motion

I’m Fr Merrin’s little silver box of nitroglycerin tablets.

I’m the harshly modern white globe streetlights incongruously scattered across Georgetown’s gothic campus.

I’m the PlayDoh & tempra paint evidence sample Detective Kinderman secretly collects with his fingernail.

I’m the cutting room floor where it seemed most of Lt. Kinderman’s scenes ended up mid-way through the film.

I'm Captain Howdy and I'm coming for R15.

Knock it off! You guys are scaring me!

damn that gif at OP still spooks me after all these years.

I'm the clock that suddenly stops.

I’m the liquid shit that looked like blood smeared on Regan’s neck before that fucking rotating machine starts up

I am the loud, crude, primitive, terrifying medical equipment used on Regan during her battery of medical tests.

I'm the movie that Chris never finishes

I'm Ellen Burstyn's frantic hysteria.

I’m grass, Chris doesn’t even smoke me.

I'm Swissssss!

But not really

I’m the Ouji board, I serve as the portal from which Pazuzu can enter the body of Reagan and augment her latent telepathic and telekinetic powers.

I’m the fake addition added to the house for the movie shoot.

I’m a student protest picket-sign. But I’m not real, I’m just a fake prop.

I am the much better job (or perhaps any other job) that Sharon has been desperately seeking for at least half the film.

I'm the carpet. Regan pissed all over me, the dirty little bitch.

I’m the stairwell / hallway outside of Regan’s room that objectively makes no fucking sense.

We’re the row of faithful Muslim men doing their evening prayers. Our asses are basically presented to Father Merrin, we’ll leave it up to you to decided if it’s symbolic or not.

I’m not Regan.

I’m Regan’s vagina: I was just fucked by Jesus.

I am a lovely day for an exorcism.

I’m Captain Howdy planting a tiny seed in Sharon which will grow slowly but steadily for the next several years, culminating to her death scene in The Exorcist 2: Heretic. At least I think that’s what happened. Actually, I’m not quite sure.

I’m the gray Gelding Regan wants.

I'm the somber yet dignified look Ellen Burstyn gives the priest as she's ready to leave Washington (the subtext of the look is: "survivor").

I’m the tits and cock which desecrate the statue of Mary in the church, I’m rendered in clay and tempera paint exactly like what’s in Reagan’s hobby corner of their basement.

I am the shadow of Regan walking around in her bedroom that Lt. Kinderman sees while he stakes out the place. I am very disturbing, considering the fact that Regan is supposed to be restrained with straps to the bed.

I'm the crab walk

R17, and I'm the illiteracy test you took to get that job!

I’m Reagan/Pazuzu levitating, which might actually be what Lt Kinderman saw through the windows.

I am the bone white crucifix

Years ago, I was shopping on EBay. A seller listed a cricifix that was used in the movie. NO ONE , I mean not one single person made a bid on it. It went unsold. As Catholic teenager in the 1970s, the movie terrified me! I was clutching my rosary for weeks. Even today, that movie sends chills down my spine.

I am Father Karras and his entire family being inexplicably Roman Catholic when most Greeks are Orthodox.

I'm the Chris McNeil character from the original novel. The way I'm written (cute, perky, feisty), it's obvious Blatty modeled me after Shirley MacLaine.

We're the leather restraints applied to Mercedes McCambridge, as well as the bottle of vodka being poured down her throat, providing the perfect amount of "pissed off" during the Pazuzu recording session.

I'm la plume de ma tante!

I’m the “holy water” (tap water).

I’m the “burn”.

I'm the garbage Mercedes McCambridge ate (rotten apples, raw eggs) in order to make the vomiting sounds.

I'm Paul Bateson and after we film this scene I am going "cruising".

I'm Regan's hypnotherapist, and I damn near became that precious "gelding" the little bitch so desperately wanted!

What the fuck is that shit link R83? You post that homophobic garbage here? Fuck you. FF’d and blocked.

I’m the steps down to the E train on west 49th that Mother Karras descends in Dimi’s nightmare.

I'm the screen credit for doing the voice of Pazuzu that Mercedes McCambridge had to sue to get.

I'm legendary Swedish actor Max Von Sydow, playing an 80-year-old man, even though I'm only 44 and look like this. This was possible because, in the early 1970s, once you hit 40 you might as well start planning your funeral.

Oops--wrong picture, that's me at 60. I actually looked like this:

I'm Regan's torn, bloody vagina and genitalia which would have required stitches and antibiotics but presumably somehow healed on their own because Chris doesn't want any doctors or nurses around.

I think it’s a credit to the makeup men that they made him look so old using early 1970s technology, i didn’t know until years later that he was much younger.

I'm the "You're gonna die up there" thread that everybody thinks is directed at the astronaut but is actually targeting the movie director who is in the same frame. He will indeed die being thrown from the second floor in that very house.

* treath* of course.

I’m Father Karras’s gray sweats, de rigueur for gyms and exercise up until the early 80s.

I'm the bed sheet that gets sucked out the window.

(I always loved that visual)

I'm Richard Burton and I'm so drunk during Exorcist II I barely know where I am.

I’m Dana Plato, passed over for the part of Regan but getting a few lines as an autistic girl in the sequel.

I'm the self-absorbed Chris who even after her child went thru all she did, I still took a movie role and left teenage Reagan alone in NYC with a psychiatrist checking in on her once in a while.

I'm R92, and I must be drunk, because in the book and in the movie Regan plainly states to the astronaut that he will "die up there."

I’m the white eye of the blacksmith in the Iraq sequence, foreshadowing Regan’s white eyes when she levitates off the bed.

I’m Pazuzu’s viper penis. Trying sucking ME, gay boy!

I’m the first twenty minutes of the movie that everyone skips over during a rewatch.

Hi.

I'm Tatum O'Neal.

And I'll be winning that Best Supporting Actress Oscar next year, not Blair.

I'll also grow up to be an even more fucked-up druggie mess than Blair on her worst day.

I'm the dumbed-down 2000 re-release, "The Version You've Never Seen"

I'm the dopey "spider walk" that was invented just for the movie. In the novel Regan glides like a snake, but I guess special effects wasn't able to pull that off.

I’m Rick James. In just a few years Linda’s going to be riding me like that Gelding shit. Give her some powder and she IS a super freak.

R99, it was indeed. But in the end, it was a message for the director too ! We don't hear in the movie that the astronaut dies afterwards , what she says is just some taunt that makes everyone at the party uncomfortable. But the director dies "up there". So there is an irony from the author ... and the Devil.

I’m worthless slime.

I’m the octagonal coffee cups. Do you love me or hate me?

I’m the worthless mother fucker.

You people bring me so much joy

^^ Stick your cock up her ass, you motherfucking worthless c-cksucker!

[quote]I’m worthless slime.

CORRECTION:

I’m faithless slime.

I’m the liar demon.

I am the hyposis doctor's balls who just got squeezed to death by a possessed demon Regan

I'm the Allman' Brother's song "Ramblin' Man", played subliminally in the bar scene to indicate Fr. Karras' restlessness from not wanting to be a Priest anymore, losing his faith.

He should have just got on a Trailways bus to... anywhere.

I'm the 2 priests helping each other and having a bit of tenderness for each other (I think it is Father Karras and Father Dyer)

We're the subplots from the original book that the movie either glosses over or omits completely:

Father Karras's homosexuality,

Sharon's secret lust for Karras,

Karl and Willi's junkie daughter (when he goes to buy rat traps, he's actually going to see her).

As I recall, in the novel Karras and Father Dyer were good friends. That constitutes "homosexuality?"

[quote]As I recall, in the novel Karras and Father Dyer were good friends. That constitutes "homosexuality?"

Pazuzu brings it up in the book during the exorcism. He/she/it brings a person's subconscious to the surface; that's why Karras was surprised to hear Regan bring up his recently dead mother. Karras may have had feelings for Dyer, just never expressed them. Also, Pazuzu saw that Regan was lonely and missing her father -- named Howard -- so it was able to gain access to her in the form of an imaginary friend named "Captain Howdy".

I’m the rest-of-her-life back injury Mama Burstyn was saddled with after the director promised her the crew would be more gentle when yanking her against Regan’s bedroom wall.

Great shot in the movie but soooo not worth permanently injuring an actor. Go to hell, Friedkin.

I’m the crepe paper cap on the radiology department nurse.

I’m an old altar boy.

I'm Eileen Dietz the stand-in/stunt double for Linda Blair. I sued the producers for not acknowledging me in the credits. Since then I have not stopped claiming that I split the part of Regan with Linda Blair, with me playing the possessed version of the character.

I'm the carotid angiography that poor little Regan has to endure. I'm as horrifying as any of Pazuzu's antics.

I’m Chris’ shades covering up that shiner from Pazuzu.

[quote]Sharon's secret lust for Karras

I don't remember that?

In the book she was fucking the owner of the horse that Regan admired.

The director had left the party drunk by the time Regan pees on the carpet....she directed her remark to the astronaut....it's in the novel.

The thought of 'captain Howdy' is so creepy. Does it explain in the book how he talks to Regan and what he says? Obviously he plants images in her mind hence the weird creatures she draws etc.

I'm the fly that lands on Father Merrin's hand as he removes the object from the craggy hole at the Iraq dig.

I'm every fucking psychiatrist in the world.

I’m the makeup artist that Chris rudely swats away as she’s ready to walk into the action. I don’t need this shit. I’m never working on a set with her OR that drunk Dennings again.

So was Burke Dennings molesting Regan? Seems very likely to me at least.

I’m one of the dog’s fighting in Iraq.

"I don't remember that?"

In the novel Pazuzu is raging with anger (Merrin and Karras are performing the exorcism) when Sharon enters the room to receive instructions from Karras. He then tells Karras "Do you want her? She is yours! Yes, the stable whore is yours! You can rider her as you wish! She fantasizes nightly concerning you, Karras! She masturbates, dreaming of you great priestly...." I don't think Sharon really lusted after Karras. I think that Pazuzu's tirade was just one of his psychological attacks.

I’m the cock your mother is sucking In hell.....

I'm the crazy bed that they kept reagan in the whole time

I'm the Roman collar a cured Regan recognizes at the end, before she spontaneously hugs a man she doesn't know/remember.

I’m the ER triage nurse that will probably have mountains of paper work to report this beat up looking little girl and her crazy mother.

I’m Regan’s father, hiding out in Europe from my harpy ex-wife.

I'm Eileen Dietz, taking credit for more than I appeared in the film (actually just 10 - 20 seconds).

I'm Regan's annoying, whiny, baby girl voice. Pazuzu's voice was less irritating.

I'm Paul Bateson. Not only was I a real life radiologist, I played one in the scene during Regan's carotid angiography scene. I am also the famed "bag murders" serial killer who inspired the film Cruising- also directed by Friedkin. I was released from prison in 2004.

#142, I think they went overboard with trying to make Linda, who was the edge of puberty, into a pigtailed little girl.

r143 I already said that and got FF'ed and called a homophobe by some hothouse flower upthread who is going to need a fainting couch now that you said it again.

Ugh, he’s walking the streets of NYC today according to that blog article. Although I doubt he could afford it unless somehow someone hired him and he made lots of money. Anyone ever see him out and about?

I'm r141 and I didn't read any of this thread.

I am the ridiculous notion that bedstraps can restrain a powerful demon!

bump

I am this scene.

And this scene.

This movie scared the devil out of me.

I have never seen the extended version..but I hate the spiderwalk and happy ending they put back in. In America is the original cut now obsolete? That would be a shame.

I recently saw a version of this film sans spider-walk, but I forget where, R153.

how did this scene make it to the big screen?

I'm the piece of tobacco that Chris picks off her tongue after Father Karras gives her an unfiltered cigarette. Lots of other female characters in other films also do this to me.

I am 100 percent sure the crucifix scene would not get a pass today