The Drunken Review: The Possession of Hannah Grace

Exorcism movies are a dime a dozen. But what happens after the exorcism is a relatively original idea? That's where The Possession of Hannah Grace begins, only in this case the exorcism didn't work.

All I wanted from this movie was a brisk 90-minute watch and something to numb my brain along with the alcohol I was drinking. Not too much to ask. However, the combined numbing of the drinks and the flick might have been too much for my system, as I remember little about the movie.

Well, that's not entirely true. I remember Shay Mitchell, who rose to fame on the TV series Pretty Little Liars. I remember thinking she seemed way too beautiful to be a believable cop-turned-coroner's assistant. Then I remember thinking that kind of thinking will get me into trouble these days, so I stopped doing it.

I also remember thinking the rules around Hannah Grace's corpse coming and going from the drawer where her corpse rested seemed off. Sometimes it skittered across the ground, other times it climbed walls and jumped about, all with limbs that are badly out of whack (that's a technical term by the way). Then I remember thinking that I'm not supposed to be thinking, so I stopped doing it.

Point is: I was thinking! And that's bad for a movie like this!

What I do know is this movie worked best during the quieter, moodier moments. As soon as the exorcism-movie tropes came into play, The Possession of Hannah Grace went off the rails. It worked best as a suspense piece about a lone woman dealing with something creepy in a morgue. I wish that was the movie we got, much like The Autopsy of Jane Doe.

As is, The Possession of Hannah Grace is a missed opportunity, even for someone who just wanted a visual distraction over a few late-night beers. A Bad.