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Theatre

Rarely has the West End seen such a draining and nasty experience: The Exorcist reviewed

11 November 2017

9:00 AM

11 November 2017

9:00 AM

The Exorcist opened in 1973 accompanied by much hoo-ha in the press. Scenes of panic, nausea and fainting were recorded at every performance. Movie-goers showed up to witness mass hysteria rather than to enjoy a scary movie. This revival, produced by Bill Kenwright, targets the early 1970s demographic. At press night, the stalls were thronged with pensioners eager to relive a lurid evening from their adolescence.

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