If you were trying to demonstrate to someone how movies in the 2020s are soulless, cynical and over-produced affairs designed solely to further extract profits from a sleepwalking general population, and that by comparison the superficial, cocaine-fueled 1970s were a Renaissance of artistic integrity, you could do much worse than point to Exorcist: Resurrection or Exorcist: Resuscitation or Exorcist: Just Get Your Ass in the Seat Already or whatever the fuck this one is called.
At the time, the original…