Jay’s review published on Letterboxd:
I'm not sure if it's obvious or not, but I always took this film as a metaphor for child sexual abuse. The bed rocks as the young girl is in pain, her body is violently controlled, she shouts out that it burns and so on and so forth. Nobody but her mother believes her really, and the event only further tests the faith of even the most religious of people— how can God allow this to happen to such an innocent girl? But then we should also question whether or not the ending is a triumph of God, of the triumph of Satan. Can it be somewhere in-between?