Linda Blair has had a chequered film career since she first sprang to public attention as the possessed pre-teen in The Exorcist. But whatever 'possessed' her to make this simply appalling comedy can only be guessed at. That the public would briefly flock to see it has to be the answer, as script and treatment are so fourth-formish that anyone could tell at a glance that the results would be deadeningly unfunny. Director Bob Logan's sense of comic timing is non-existent, his idea of an amusing scene being to expose girls with big breasts or have people be sick a lot. Blair, by this time a chubby 30-year-old, at least performs with puppy-dog enthusiasm as the housewife possessed anew by her childhood demon. Leslie Nielsen's exorcist is even more arch and camera-nudging than his character in the Naked Gun films, although it's nice to find him languishing at a home for retired exorcisers at the start of the film. But everything else is so far over the top as to have every drop of humour squeezed from it. Even as a prolonged sketch on a TV variety show, this wouldn't pass muster.

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