Let's Be "The Exorcist"

I'm the cunting daughter.

Who was the real life serial killer?

I'm Audrey Hepburn who should have played the mother.

I'm the Nazi bastard.

I'm the bullets fired from Friedkin's gun on set.

I am Ellens' injured back, Fuck you Billy!

I'm Donna Mitchell, the very tall, very 1970s-looking Vogue model who got a bit part as one of Chris MacNeil's party guests when Linda Blair comes downstairs and pees on the carpet.

R2 If only you could use google search...

I’m the crucifix dildo.

I'm the desecrated Virgin Mary, the supposed handiwork of Regan. How and when Regan got to the church is beyond me.

I'm the damned Ouija board which started it all.

I'm the good rug that Regan pissed on.

I'm the wasted can of pea soup ....

I'm the perfectly good crucifix that I'll now have to wash with vinegar

I'm the Swedish priest that makes no sense.

I'm Regan's college fund that has been depleted by her Exorcism treatments.

I am of of the cocks that Father Karras' mother sucked in hell.

I'm Mercedes McCambridge and Linda Blair owes me big time.

I’m Regan’s Ritalin.

I’m Eileen Deitz, and I’m a cunt.

I'm the fabulous Mercedes 280 SE. When Mercedes were still stylish.

I wonder if Bay Ridge Norwegian Catholics have any Swedish priests at their parishes, R15.

I'm the big erect schlong on the Pazuzu statue that seemingly terrifies Max von Sydow.

P.S. - SCHWING!

I'm the floating nuns.

I'm Burke Denning's film within the larger film about student protesters at Georgetown, starring the fabulous film superstar Chris O'Neil.

I sound so Early Seventies, don't I?

I'm Ronald Hunkeler, and this is my story!

I'm the Georgetown decorator who will have to do something with this house in order to sell it.

I'm the cigarettes that Mercedes McCambridge smoked to get the demon voice right.

I’m the Fight Pigs written on the side of the stairwell.

I'm Captain Howdy. And I don't think Chris MacNeil is pretty.

I'm "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory"'s and "The Electric Company"'s Denise Nickerson, wondering why my parents won't led me take the lead role in this even though it was offered to me before Linda Blair.

Something my mom hinted about a crucifix....

I'm Pazuzu, very upset that I had to kill Burke Dennings, a witty drunken slut whose company I enjoyed. But, they needed a plot device to explain why the little piglet wasn't in the hospital. I also had to desecrate some cheap chalk statues, which I would never do. When it comes to art, I create my own. Snuff films, Auschwitz, that sort of thing. I wasn't happy with that did to my character.

I'm Father Damien's dead mom trying to guilt trip him one more time in Reagan's bedroom..."Why you do this to me Teemee? why? why?"

I'm the needle that punctures Regan's carotid artery during her cerebral angiography.

I’m the power of Christ.

I'm Chris MacNeil's snazzy bowl cut.

I'm a locust from Heretic: Exorcist II.

Get the fuck outta our thread, r37. We cast thee back to hell!!!

I’m Rick James, sitting in the theater, thinking “I like that funky ass white bitch”!

R38 No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm Kitty Wynn, who pretty much disappeared from film.

I’m the eggs and bacon frying in the kitchen.

I’m the viewers vomiting in the theaters during its initial run. 🤢 🤮

I’m the packed audiences, collectively screaming.

You never get anything like that on home video.

I'm Paul Bateson, and here's another article about me. I'm not sure if I'm still living.

I'm William Friedkin, so mad that my movie lost the Best Picture Oscar to "The Sting" that I refuse to attend any of the post-Oscar parties.

We're the subliminal one-frame images that were edited into the film, toscare the shit out of you without you even being aware of us.

R25, you are so much more appealing than what was in the novel -- a musical version of Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.

I'm the original teaser trailer, banned for being too upsetting to audiences.

I'm the coming our letter I left for my mother, before heading out to the cinema to watch The Exorcist when it was rereleased in the late 90's.

R50 !!! Love that!!!

The Exorcist was being shown on early HBO. My parents said I couldn't watch it, so I'd sneak downstairs to watch it early in the morning or late at night, and saw it dozens of times.

R49 I'm the epileptic who had a seizure after watching that trailer.

I'm Gary Morton talking Lucy out of yet another role, though she thinks she's up for the mother part, when in reality Friedkin just wants her to do the V.O. for the demon that Mercedes McCambridge wound up doing (Lucy wouldn't have had to smoke any more cigarettes than usual to get the voice down--or the wheezing for that matter)

Interesting.

The trailer at r49 is very clever, since it freaks you out while not spoiling the movie's makeup and special effects.

I’m Dana Plato & damn don’t I wish I got the role of Regan, instead of playing third fiddle to Gary Coleman.

I am Reagan's oddly clean bed clothes. She hasn't bathed in days, has vomited on more than one occasion, has probably pissed and crapped on herself but she has really nice sheets.

I’m Sharon picking up sum fucking Thorazine while Burke Dennings gets tossed for going in Regan’s room.

That tease trailer is fuckin witchy.

Speaking of cigarettes, r28

I'm the cigarette that The Doctor offers Chris MacNeil in HIS OFFICE! Chris refuses so he lights me up and starts puffing away and discusses Regan's prognosis.

I'm Captain Howdy, bitch.

I'm Mother Karras's dank, dark, depressing apartment. She went nuts just to get away from me.

I’m Regan’s pearl!