Halloweeners should emerge tickled if hardly spooked by this daft, zeitgeisty artefact, in which the devil expands into new media by possessing a bodacious blonde blogger (Olivia Taylor Dudley), whose symptoms – instigating bird attacks, apostrophising the possessive “its” – have the pope’s men jetting into Los Angeles. Director Mark Neveldine (Crank) puts the camera in unusual, diverting places – his found-footage scraps display a freshness that the recent The Visit lacked – but everyone is working from diabolically thin material: concerned dad Dougray Scott utters a dozen variants of “I don’t understand this!”. Priest Michael Peña, meanwhile, has only to lay out the Eucharistic knick-knacks before the inevitable Exorcist-rehashing finale. There, Taylor Dudley levitates, briefly vanishes and produces a series of eggs from her mouth. She resembles the antichrist far less than she does Debbie McGee.
