Reel Review: The Crucifix: Blood of the Exorcist

The Crucifix: Blood of the Exorcist starts with a strong setup: a grieving couple moves to an isolated Scottish village to start over. What they dig up—literally—is a buried crucifix tied to an old evil that never left. The tone is bleak, the setting works, and the early tension builds the right way. You want this to go somewhere nasty.

And it does… sort of. The problem is, once the possession starts, the film slips into autopilot. The scares feel lifted from better movies. Characters stop being people and turn into exposition machines. The priest shows up late, rattles off some warnings, and suddenly, we’re in full contortion-and-latin mode.

The third act tries to go big—there’s blood, fire, and a few cool visuals—but it never hits hard emotionally. Performances are stiff, especially the leads, and the dialogue feels rushed. The lore has potential, but the movie doesn’t trust it enough to slow down and build anything lasting.

What the mitten says: It unearths a few good chills but ends up burying itself in clichés.