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The Devil may have all the best tunes, but he's not so lucky when it comes to scripts. From "End of Days" and " Little Nicky" to "The Ninth Gate" and recent release "Bless The Child", Lucifer has been poorly served by Hollywood's current penchant for Satanic shenanigans.
Here's hoping "Lost Souls" will be the last "Exorcist" clone we'll have to endure for a while. The fact that it's taken over a year to reach us tells its own story. Indeed, were it not for the producer Meg Ryan, it would probably have headed straight for your local video store.
Directed by Janusz Kaminski, the Oscar-winning cinematographer of "Schindler's List" and husband of Holly Hunter, "Lost Souls" stars Winona Ryder as Maya, a young woman whose first-hand experience of demonic possession makes her a valuable assistant to freelance exorcist Father Lareaux (John Hurt).
After taking part in the exorcism of an incarcerated killer, Maya makes a shocking discovery: Satan is about to inhabit the body of a human being. The unlucky schmo is Peter Kelson (Ben Chaplin), a bestselling crime writer and confirmed athiest.
Can Maya save Peter's soul before Beezelbub claims it? Or are the forces of evil simply too great? Trust me, folks: you don't want to know the answer to these questions.
Pretentiously filmed through an impenetrable murk (does no one in New York pay their electricity bill?), "Lost Souls" is a lost cause that shamelessly recycles every clichΓ© in the "Omen" handbook. Do yourself a favour and rent "Rosemary's Baby" instead.
