An alcoholic exorcist struggles to pay his bills.
The first 10 minutes of Accidental Exorcist are possibly some of the worst committed to film. Almost everything has been done wrong. The make-up is terrible. Cheesy, amateurish and ghost-like that could’ve been applied by anyone’s mother to a 5-year-old for a Halloween party. The lighting is worse. They may as well be sitting next to the flash of a nuclear explosion. The acting is atrocious and the writing... You can tell this guy thinks his work is hilarious, but it really is not. It’s not even so bad it’s good funny. It’s not even WTF funny. It’s just plain pathetic.
This kind of crap makes the almighty clusterfuck that is Splatter University (1984) appear Oscar worthy. The first 5 to 10 minutes, as any decent filmmaker will tell you, are supposed to draw an audience in. In Accidental’s case many will be incited to kick it into the nearest woodland area where all the wild animals can shit on it and bury it where no one else will ever find it.
Amazingly enough, there is a slight improvement as the movie progresses, but it remains permanently hindered by Accidental’s main problems – acting and writing. The landlord, in particular, with his clueless, monotone delivery is painful and embarrassing for everyone to watch.
Towards the movie’s closure, our fuckwit of a hero is running around his apartment naked and instead of employing strategically placed objects and furniture or tasteful camera angles, they blur out his private parts. Don’t worry, I do not want to this guy’s dick – in fact I would consider it a blessing from above if I never saw the man himself ever again – but this is a movie, not a blooper from a newsreel.
Dear, dear Daniel Falicki, you took on so many roles in this movie. And you didn’t do a single one of them correctly. Accidental Exorcist… T’would be a truly tragic accident if this wretched movie were to befall anyone.