Exorcist
II: The Heretic
(1977)
(SPOILERS) While
I’ve seen instalments the original and
III a number of times, until now I
hadn’t got round to checking out the near-universally reviled first Exorcist sequel. Going in, I had lofty
notions Exorcist II: The Heretic would
reveal itself as not nearly the travesty everyone said it was, that it would rather
be deserving of some degree of praise if only it was approached in the right
manner. Well, there is something to
that; as a sequel to The Exorcist, it
sneers at preconceptions right off the bat by wholly failing to terrify, so
making its determined existence within the fabric of that film becomes
downright bizarre (the relationship is almost like Back to the Future Part II to Back
to the Future, but not). Further still, it warrants a twisted validation
for being its own thing, refusing to rehash its predecessor like 90% of sequels,
then and now, thus exerting fascination all its own. Unfortunately, John
Boorman’s film is also equal parts listless and dull, never as torturously
inept and bungled as, say Highlander II:
The Quickening, but bearing all the signs of a lash-up from a studio
desperate to cash in while simultaneously lacking any real idea of how to do
so.
If you
regard The Exorcist as the greatest
movie ever made, it’s perhaps understandable that you’d see its first sequel as
the worst (stand up, Mark Kermode). I
have some sympathy with John Boorman’s reasons for turning down the chance to
direct the original, however. He found the story “rather repulsive”, which is probably why it suited William Friedkin
down to a tee; Friedkin notably referred to Boorman as “a dumb guy” after seeing the sequel, although it’s unclear if this
was before or after his post-Sorcerer
career had fizzled into abject mediocrity. The
Exorcist is a very well-made, very scary movie, but there’s little lasting thematic
resonance to Friedkin’s bag of tricks beyond the capacity to terrorise, and I
can at least appreciate Boorman’s high-minded aims for the sequel, even if he
failed to imbue them. His “metaphysical
thriller” eschewed a return to “torturing
a child” that was the original, and was undoubtedly what audiences were
expecting, instead opting to explore the relationship between good and evil
through the dualistic constructs of religion and science.
William
Goodhart’s screenplay, heavily rewritten by Boorman and Rospo Pallenberg,
picked up on the inspiration for Father Merrin, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
(Richard Burton’s Father Lamont even name-checks him at one point), who
balanced the theory of – creative, rather than Darwinian – evolution with his own
religious beliefs, and the concept of the noosphere. The noosphere represents the latest phase in the
development of the Earth, whereby humankind’s consciousness and interaction yields
a transformative effect on the planet. Love would be the ultimate driving force
in this process, leading to a universal Omega Point (the doctrinal Second Coming).
This kind
of flirtation with pseudishness is right up my street – or haunted steps; which
were recreated on a soundstage for The
Heretic as filming permission was denied – as far as movie material goes;
William Peter Blatty notably had greater success integrating overt religious
philosophy in Exorcist III, in spite
of interfering studio edicts. The problems that mangle Exorcist II probably derive from its genesis as a low budget
cash-in that would interview the main players of the original, since this is
retained with Father Lamont (William O’Malley couldn’t return as Father Dyer)
investigating whether Max von Sydow’s Father Merien was a heretic (and indeed, sympathiser
with Old Nick himself). It’s a premise that feeds too overtly on the carcass of
Friedkin’s film, resulting in a picture continually burdened by looking
backwards at its predecessor as it struggles to plough forward with its own
distinct leanings (again, Exorcist III
did a much better job of referencing the history of the series while addressing
its own distinct themes, which, like Heretic,
focus on a man questioning his faith).
It might
have been better to cast aside Linda Blair’s Regan altogether, and so strike
out in an entirely concerted direction. After all, they had von Sydow on board,
and his questionable stature had been placed firmly at the core, and in the
title, of the sequel. As it is, though, The
Heretic comes across as if every element is designed to get the backs up of
fans of the original. There, the core element was the reality of demon
possession; it struck such a chord because it was palpable. It put the fear of
God (or Pazuzu) in audiences.
Now, Linda Blair’s back, the demon child, the
corrupted precious innocent, but she’s refusing to don possession make-up and
her acting deficiencies – possibly coke-fuelled, it would explain the silly
dippy grin she’s wearing throughout – are as foregrounded as her mammaries. On
top of this, the picture takes delivery of a sci-fi gizmo that makes Brainstorm look like cold clinical reality,
as Louise Fletcher’s Dr Tuskin hooks Regan up to a synchronizer by which the
shared mind can allow a connected party to experience the other’s thoughts (and
thus the original’s possession scenes).
I actually
didn’t mind this subplot. It’s such an unabashed distillation of the era’s predilection
for the crossing over of science/ and new age thinking (there’s even spoon
bending on display), but it further ensures any lurking sense of original’s horror
shrinks into the background. Boorman appears to consciously shy away from
anything really spooky; about as chilling as we get is the possessed Regan
coming into view through a distorted mirror effect.
Given that Regan
is now to be the “good locust” (Pazuzu being the demon of the air), a Neo-esque
chosen one who can heal others, the demon wants to destroy her. Likewise, James
Earl Jones’ Kokumo when he was younger; Jones wasn’t even credited at the time
for the iconic work he undertook on another film released in 1977, of course. Regan’s thus retconned as a special person rather than just an average afflicted
pre-teen (so it couldn’t be you, or your family, that got picked on by Pazuzu).
As a consequence, a number of sequences play out on a different plane of
existence. Notably the dual Regan finale, in which Father Lamont is on the receiving
end of anything the Warner Bros special effects department can throw at him.
This is a damp squib, an attempt to compensate for the lack of Regan even being
possessed during the main body of the film. It lacks even the genuine sense of
the surreal found in Lamont’s earlier encounter with Kokumo.
This
sequence, the most engaging in the film (not all that hard, admittedly) finds Father
Lamont seeking out this man. Having called on Pazuzu to show him Kokumo, he
discovers him in the mountain caves where Merrin exorcised him, wearing locust
headgear, only for Lamont to then find
himself speaking to Kokumo the scientist, studying locusts in a lab. It’s an
idea Boorman would return to in a more fully developed form with Percival’s Grail
travails in Excalibur, the vision
quest being one of indefinite materiality. Unfortunately, Heretic rarely manages to coalesce its ideas in such a pleasing
manner. It’s fractured and fragmented, making Pauline Kael’s response surprisingly
positive and almost laudatory:
Kael: The
picture has a visionary crazy grandeur… a swirling, hallucinogenic, apocalyptic
quality… The film is too cadenced and exotic and too deliriously complicated to
succeed with most audiences… There’s enough visual magic in it for a dozen good
movies; what the picture lacks is judgement – the first casualty of the
moviemaking obsession”.
I’d argue
what it lacks more damagingly is narrative propulsion. Boorman leaves the
picture sitting there, apparently incapable of meshing its constituent parts into
a palatable whole. Kael’s completely right regarding the visuals (William A
Fraker also lensed ‘60s classics The President’s
Analyst and Rosemary’s Baby, as
well as 1941 for Spielberg), and the
sequences in Africa are strange, exotic and unknowable, lent the same kind of
mythical lustre Boorman would later bring to Arthurian Britain. Dr Tuskin’s lab
is striking in a different way, a movie-world parlour of windows, reflective
surfaces, and hermetic safety (and dawn rooftops).
Yet the
interactions between Lamont and Tuskin never translate as more than rote. None
of the main performers manage to wrestle the material into something engaging.
Fletcher is curiously passive, and the challenges to science and faith fall
rather flat. Burton definitely isn’t at his best here and, while I wouldn’t get
carried away slating him – as it seems those experiencing his acting here can’t
help but do, amid reports of his drunkenness during the shoot – since his
oversized ham ought to be strangely appropriate to the picture’s portentous
notions, somehow he just flounders.
Mainly,
though, Boorman falters through throwing his grand theme out there (“Does great goodness draw itself to evil?”)
without the clarity to assemble a commanding narrative from it. The locust
footage offers some nice squirmy close ups and swarmy skies, but it isn’t even
really very ominous. Scorsese defended the picture, preferring it to the
original and comparing its main theme to the Book of Job (on those grounds alone, Damon Lindelof probably loves
it). But strong underlining ideas rarely excuse poor delivery. Apparently
Kubrick was offered the picture and believed the only way to do it would be to
make it more graphic and horrific than Friedkin’s. Boorman is to be
congratulated for not doing that – conversely,
Blatty made a movie with some at least as memorable horror moments as the first
film while also leaning against the more overt – but he has failed to synthesise his ideas.
Not in his hurried post-release re-edits either. Boorman was sick during its making, and Pallenberg apparently directed key scenes, but his reasons for trimming the picture were the disastrous audience reactions (reactions did not improve). About the only roundly admired aspect of the picture is Ennio Morricone’s score, and even that has its detractors. Kim Newman, often a sense-speaker in these things, noted that, for all its failings, Exorcist II: The Heretic “does manage to be very interesting”. I’d certainly agree with that, at least when its not managing to be dramatically inert. Heretic is both a striking and torpid picture, a combination you’d find difficult to pull off if you tried.
It was of course, a box office failure… Well, compared to the original. In today’s money, it made about $120m in the US, quite respectable. However, not in comparison to the almost $900m made by Friedkin’s film! Short of Mel Gibson directing a (or another) religious horror movie, I suspect that’s well out of reach for the genre today. As for Boorman’s career, some direct scorn at Zardoz, but that picture knows exactly what it wants to be. Exorcist II is probably the only resounding stinker of his career (albeit there have been other definite failures), but at least it manages to be an interesting stinker.
