The first time I saw The Exorcist it scared the crap out of me. A friend of mine who was openly Catholic wanted to watch it. I tried to get out of it. He’d already been telling my mom how it was a true story. Socially acceptable given the circumstances and whatever but a little much. I’d just gotten some awesome laserdisc and I was trying to convince my friend to watch it. But then the video arrived–I think my mom and sister actually picked it up for us, because as gainfully employed men in our late teens or early twenties, it was the mid-to-late nineties and it was getting more socially acceptable for our white male privilege to extend to staying at home while seriously working. I assume some television sitcom in the late eighties paved the way. Wow. Embarrassing. I had no idea where the movie came from and was realizing it was pre-DVD. Anyway. Nothing in the movie creeped me too much but then that last shot of the stairs bugged me. It also bugged me to be watching it pan and scan. I think whatever laserdisc I was showing was meant to make the need for letterboxing clear. I haven’t seen the movie since then. Not out of fear, disinterest. But I will soon as it turns out. Maybe this month for Halloween actually.