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As I stated in my introductory post, I saw "The Exorcist" in the theater when I was 4 years old, and it literally changed my life. It scared the holy bejabbers out of me to the point where I would dread the commerical breaks on TV in case the preview was shone, and I would freak out if I even saw the classic ad (the silhouette of Father Merrin) in the newspaper. Photos of the movie...well, just forget that.
What's weird (I think) is that I seem to remember stuff in the movie that just wasn't in it, like a scene where her tongue rolls out of her mouth and it's black and furry and make-Gene-Simmons-jealous long. And I would SWEAR I saw the ghost of Captain Howdy in a scene. I know it's probably just imagination working overtime, but still...
I'm pretty sure that the whole experience of The Exorcist is what led me down the primrose path of being a horror fan. I've never found another movie that could make me so anxious and jumpy. It still makes me uncomfortable to this day...but it's still one of my favorite movies.
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