This is one of the worst "art" films I've ever seen. The story, about a man who contacts his dead lover in a haunted mall, is inconsequential since 40 minutes of its 78 minute running time is a monologue by the lead actor filmed as a straight-on head shot. Any actor, from Olivier to Richard Burton, couldn't sustain an audience's interest over that length of time. This monologue eventually ends with a sex scene between the man and his dead love, but this sequence is filmed so far out of focus that they appear to be two protoplasm trying to divide under a microscope. Other than serving as a replacement for over-the-counter sleep aids, eXXXorcismos has no reason to exist. Seventy-eight minutes never seemed so long!
Review of eXXXorcisms
