Now that moviegoers have the good fortune—if that's the right term—to sample
both the original-recipe and extra-crispy versions of the newest Exorcist entry,
they can gauge how Paul Schrader's formerly shelved vision stacks up against its
evil Hollywoodized twin, Exorcist: The Beginning. But unless you're an
auteur theorist, Schrader's serving of Satanic schlock will simply be a second
round of cinematic root canal. He's turned the Africa-set trials of Father
Merrin (Skarsgård) into a banal, Bergmanesque examination of faith that's as
somnambulistic as the other film is superficially slick.