A 30-second review of the 30-second Exorcist
Perhaps the only word in filmmaking more detested than 'sequel' is the atrocity known as the 'remake'*. When King Kong was released in 1933, it was considered a revolutionary film. When it was remade in 1976, it was called an abomination. Alfred Hitchcock's 1960 Psycho is a timeless psychological thriller that has perhaps never been equaled in neither intensity nor sheer terror, yet its 1998 remake was panned by critics and ignored by the movie-going public.

So it came as a complete surprise for me to see Jennifer Shiman's The Exorcist in 30 Seconds (and Re-Enacted by Bunnies), equal, and in many cases surpass the original. While William Friedkin's 1973 The Exorcist was a terrifying journey in to the realm off the manifestation of unadulterated Evil, Shiman's interpretation successfully eradicates the superfluous dialogue and action with such surgical precision as to leave the audience shaken, terrified, and more than a bit disturbed by their own possible religious vacillation.

*Author's note: While George Lucas is working feverishly to tarnish the image of prequels even more so than the concept of a sequel (thank you very much Jar Jar Binks, you cocksucking, son of a bitch), it remains unclear in the film critic community if this is an isolated anomaly or a foreboding trend.

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