HOLLYWOOD IS ABOUT TO COMMIT THE ULTIMATE SACRILEGE. Filmmaker Mike Flanagan is OFFICIALLY dated to unleash his “radical new take” on the unimpeachable horror masterpiece, The Exorcist, for March 12, 2027—and he’s dragging Scarlett Johansson into the unholy fray. This isn’t a sequel; it’s a calculated DESECRATION of a sacred cinematic relic for a generation that’s forgotten what true terror means.
INSIDERS WHISPER that this project, already delayed from 2026, is plagued by more than just scheduling conflicts. It reeks of a desperate industry mining our deepest religious and cultural nightmares for CONTENT. Flanagan, the modern “master” of streaming horror, and Johansson, an Avenger turned potential demon-fighter, are teaming up to REWRITE a cornerstone of the genre. This is a brazen attempt to REPLACE the raw, faith-shattering power of William Friedkin’s 1973 landmark with a polished, algorithm-friendly product.
This move exposes a shocking truth: Hollywood is BANKRUPT OF ORIGINAL IDEAS. Instead of crafting new legends, studios are EXHUMING and PROFANING the classics, betting on your nostalgia to drown out the blasphemy. Flanagan’s concurrent work on a Carrie series only confirms this cannibalistic trend. They are systemically dismantling the pillars of horror, repackaging their dust as “radical new takes.”
As the date is set, one chilling question remains: are we buying tickets to a movie, or purchasing a front-row seat to the final exorcism of Hollywood’s soul? The real possession was in the boardroom all along.



