‘Exorcism at 60,000 Feet’ Review #2

Stars: Robert Miano, Bai Ling, Lance Henriksen, Matthew Moy, Kevin J. O’Connor, Bill Moseley, Adrienne Barbeau, Robert Rhine, Silvia Spross, Kelli Maroney, Kyle Jones, Johnny Williams, Jin N. Tonic, Stephanie Peti, Gina Salvano | Written by Robert Rhine, Daniel Benton | Directed by Chad Ferrin

Our film kicks off with, let us say, more than a wink and a nod to the seminal horror film The Exorcist. A film that, nearly 40 years on still can shock and terrify. Exorcism at 60,000 Feet might not shock and terrify in the same way. But it is not a subtle film, in many ways. Our exorcist here really looks the part (Robert Miano, a proper actor), however rather than trying to get the beast out of the possessed man, he rather reluctantly shoots him in the head. Suddenly. I am invested.

There is a bit of black humour injected into proceedings. Wait. Lance Henrikson is in this? This is shaping up to be a fun hour and a half. I am certain I would have made an incredibly good exorcist. The only thing that really stopped me from that lifestyle was my atheism. So close. Once we get on board our Viet cong flight, things get a little bit strange, with our whiskey drinking pilots and our weirdo “racial stereotype” passengers and crew.

Snowflake that I am, I would usually be hating it, but I was rather enjoying myself. It is fair to say that Exorcism at 60,000 Feet is not terribly politically sensitive. Dwarves with Tourette’s syndrome and a fair amount of people throwing used tampons into other people’s mouths. But I could not, quite bring myself to dislike it. It is a film in which breasts have their own character development.

Our band of off brand looney tunes have already created their own, insane circle of hell on the plane, and then the demonic possession kicks off, as does a song that starts “sitting on a flight, with my dick in hand”. Classic.

What follows is a pattern, of weird passenger gets possessed, raises a disturbance, and is taken out, a little while later another is possessed and the pattern repeats. Possessed, zombie chihuahuas, demonic babies, fake nose gags, farting, casual racism (Asians, Jews, Muslims), it is all covered here. Of course, given it is a riff on the exorcist, also vomiting.

Exorcism at 60,000 Feet is not a subtle film. It is certainly not for everyone. But if what I have said does not put you off, you could do worse. Make sure to also check out our Blu-ray review of the film here.