Notes
My quick rating - 3.5/10. Nothing like a fresh serving of religious trauma and supernatural vengeance to spice up an evening. This flick attempts to blend conversion therapy with good ole ghostly retribution, but instead, it feels like a bizarre sermon that got lost on its way to the afterlife.
First off, the “exorcism” in question is about as effective as trying to baptize a cat—it’s mostly just the pastor yelling homophobic nonsense at a teenager while the kid, understandably, has the worst time of his life. By the time the actual horror elements kicked in, I had already endured a sermon-length sequence of “scared straight” tactics that were more stomach-churning than the eventual hauntings. The pastor’s methods? Uninspired and, honestly, boring. If you’re going to be evil, at least be creative.
Now, I will give the movie this: when the ghost of the bullied teen finally shows up for revenge, the film picks up significantly. The practical effects—once they make their long-overdue entrance—are solid, with some genuinely eerie visuals. But, let’s be real, a lot of you will have checked out before then because sitting through the first half of this movie is like waiting for water to boil… while someone lectures you on sin.
Maya Jeyam’s role is a bit of a puzzle, especially considering Dead Teenagers (which I accidentally watched first, oops). Without diving into spoiler territory, let’s just say the Fresh Hell trilogy continues its trend of throwing in ideas like confetti, without much concern for whether they actually fit into the plot. I'll be checking out the second flick soon to verify this trend continues.
Final verdict? The Exorcism of Saint Patrick is an uneven mix of misguided messaging and late-arriving horror. If you make it past the aggressively tedious “therapy” segment, you’ll find some decent but brief ghostly revenge. If not, well, I don’t blame you. This one tests your patience more than your faith.