Cyberpunk Possession Meets a Perplexing Plot in Demonic

Catholicism gets the Conjuring superstar treatment with a cyberpunk twist in Demonic, South African-Canadian director Neill Blomkamp’s latest sci-fi feature. Though the film’s virtual possession plot line delivers a few genuinely creepy moments, its insistence on positioning the Vatican as a radical nemesis to spiritual evil feels incredibly misguided—if not outright laughable.
When her long-estranged mother Angela (Nathalie Boltt) turns up as a comatose patient at an obscure medical research facility called Therapol, Carly (Carly Pope) feels conflicted about seeing her mother again—even though she can’t physically see Carly in return. After receiving a cryptic phone call from Therapol urging her to come in and visit her mother, Carly arrives only to discover a baffling arrangement. Her mother is attached to a series of wires and mechanical hook-ups which at first appear to be hospital apparati, but in reality are cognitive sensors which track Angela’s thoughts and transmit them into a “simulation.” Two Therapol employees, Michael (Michael J. Rogers) and Daniel (Terry Chen), urge Carly to enter the simulation and speak to Angela—an act which will supposedly aid Therapol in delivering adequate care to their patient. After reluctantly agreeing, Carly slowly begins to realize that the simulation contains more trepidation than the proposed rehashing of a fraught relationship with her absentee mother. A demonic avian entity begins to target Carly within the simulation, and eventually begins to creep its way into her daily life.
Though the demon itself is portrayed as an aptly terrifying apparition, a sinister beak and hooked claws can only evoke so much on their own. When it’s revealed that Angela is not just suffering from a coma, but a coma induced by demonic possession, Demonic swiftly over-indulges in the e-priest premise. Vatican-approved Therapol exorcists don swanky paramilitary garb in order to combat the demon from within the simulation, equipped with a utility belt undoubtedly stocked with holy water—and an ancient demon-slaying artifact, of course. These comically Catholic flourishes further muddle whatever essence of horror and family tension Demonic previously crafted. The framing of a Vatican-funded special operations task force as the public’s clandestine protector from evil effectively renders an institution that has undeniably enforced atrocities for millennia as a beacon of righteous holiness. This plays uncomfortably into the narrative of the Church as unilateral savoir, particularly when the horror genre has a pointed past of condemning aspects of religious institutions that oppress and restrict freedoms.