Not fairly a spoof, My Greatest Pal’s Exorcism is a horror comedy that pays virtually pitch-perfect homage to the high-school and scary films that dominated the Eighties. (It celebrates a few of the decade’s different horrors too: the large perms, Cherry Coke and shiny pink eyeshadow.) Tailored from Grady Hendrix’s novel about teenage friendship and loyalty examined by demonic possession, it's superfun with a few comedy performances that nail it.
Elsie Fisher performs likable everygirl Abby, a plain, spotty self-conscious scholarship child at a fancy Catholic college. Her standard, lovely and sometimes imply finest buddy is Gretchen (Amiah Miller). On a go to to a cabin by a lake, after a spin on the Ouija board, Abby and Gretchen dare one another to enter a creepy constructing within the woods. Gretchen emerges with lank hair and cracked lips (lifeless giveaways of demonic possession). Then she begins performing like a capital-B bitch, making her associates’ lives a residing hell (actually, the purpose can't be made too many occasions in horror films that teenage years could be torture with out satanic intervention).
As horror-comedy goes, what makes My Greatest Pal’s Exorcism extra than simply tacky pastiche is how ingeniously the script deploys its 80s references. Probably the most grotesque scene has a punchline involving an 80s city fable about weight loss supplements that got here again to me in a flash. And the person Abby hires to carry out an exorcism on Gretchen is a hilarious movie star Christian bodybuilder referred to as Christian Lemon (Christopher Lowell); director Damon Thomas has labored on episodes of Killing Eve and he has a blast with these scenes, as knuckleheaded Christian, together with his mullet and cropped muscle T-shirt, seems to be monumentally underqualified for the duty at hand (“This isn't your common puke and rebuke”).
My Greatest Pal’s Exorcism may maybe do with one or two real scares. However for anybody sufficiently old to recollect Tiffany and recommendation columns in teenage women’ magazines, that is going to ship a satisfying shot of nostalgia.
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