Sydney Sweeney stars as a hot nun who travels to Italy to live in a convent that doubles as a hospice for old dying nuns. She isn’t there but a day or two before she’s having disturbing dreams and puking at inopportune times. That can mean only one thing: She’s pregnant with Jesus 2.0.
Immaculate is kind of like a nunsploitation version of Rosemary’s Baby. Actually, it’s more like the antithesis of Rosemary’s Baby. Either way you look at it (and I’ll try not to delve too deeply as not to spoil the best moments), there’s some good shit here. In addition to that Polanski classic, the film also draws inspiration/rips off one of the most memorable scenes from Mark of the Devil. It’s like I always say: If you’re going to steal from someone, steal from the best.
Immaculate is a great vehicle for Sweeney. I mean we have one of the hottest women in the biz playing a sexy pregnant nun? What more could I ask from Hollywood? She delivers a fantastic performance too. Her final moments are especially memorable as she switches gears from nubile nun to horror movie Final Girl in a blink of an eye. In lesser hands, this sudden switch could’ve been comical, but Sydney plays it to the hilt, making you really root for her.
The film straddles the line between tasteful and tastelessness. I kind of wish it dipped its toe a little more into the latter at times. That said, you know you’re in store for a good time when five minutes into the movie you see Sydney Sweeney dressed in a nun’s habit sitting on the toilet peeing. If that doesn’t scream “Instant Recommendation”, I don’t know what does.
Oh, and I guess I should mention I saw this during the film’s brilliant marketing gimmick where they sold tickets for $6.66. (Unfortunately, it came to $6.99 with tax, but oh well.) I can’t say Immaculate was great exactly, but it was certainly worth each and every one of those 666 pennies.
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