The most emotionally powerful film in Arrow's fantastically varied Years of Lead box-set. The appropriate miserable ending is included as an extra, if the cop-out official conclusion is too discordantly upbeat for you.
As a sequel to The Exorcist? - Yes, it's a dismal failure.
Viewed as a stand-alone, loopy, mystical/sci-fi/horror hybrid dragged along by a manic Richard Burton performance? - It's actually quite fun.
Somehow I missed out on(avoided...) seeing this until very recently, but finally got my opportunity to view it on the big screen as part of the BFI's John Boorman retrospective.
Seen in a Boorman context alongside the likes of 'Excalibur' and 'Zardoz', it made a lot more sense…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Is there a more arresting movie moment than when a malevolent, hermaphroditic, alien-Christ played by Richard Lynch invites an aghast Tony Lo Bianco to fuck the oozing mutant vagina embedded in his abdomen?
I love you Larry Cohen.