Dir: Mark Neveldine.
With: Olivia Taylor Dudley, Michael Peña, Dougray Scott, Kathleen Robertson. 91 mins. Cert:
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 L.A. Crank’sMark Neveldine puts the camera in unusual, diverting places – his
found-footage scraps display a freshness the recent The Visit lacked – but everyone’s working from diabolically thin
material: concerned dad Dougray Scott utters a dozen variants of “I don’t
understand this!”, while priest Michael Peña 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. The Vatican Tapes opens in cinemas nationwide today.