The premise is somewhat intriguing, and technically movie has its merits, but pretenison and snobbrery run deep in this nonesense piece. There are a few kills, around eight dead in total, one plus one at the start, one at the middle plus one serious bodily injury (that was supposed to be the most important kill, but fails almost as much as the pretpensions of the movie), and then two in the last third and three more in the end. Five are gun inflicted, but with ample blood splatters nevertheless, and glorious violentia with axes, knives and such bring death to one at the beginning, one is wounded in the middle and two killed at the very end. These are the high points of the movie. You will see stabs of anger, axes which dislodge still moving fingers, some stabs in the neck with spurting arterial juices amidst pools of blood overly abounding. The effects are good, gory but done on a high budget that 80s B-time slashers could not afford, and gratiuitous to boot. You can see the little Crony enjoys himself, as the various possessed individuals go stabby-stabby and smashy-pulpy twisting pole as teeth fly into the air and eyes bleed out under the mighty stab of the angry director. If that is not gratuitious enough, there is some seksi time sprinkled here and there for good amount of wannabe empty transgression. The victims are men, women and children for good measure whilst some are also possessed in order to bring the unstable possessor back into the line of duty. But the so called plot follows mostly one task, failed, and the main problem is that possessor can not make herself pull a trigger on her hosts, whilst having no trouble murdering in the most gruessome ways the others. This plus some light family drama, reminding us that even those soldiers that do similar stuff with CNN God on their side are humans but alas, PTSD. Something like that, this is not a deep movie so do not err giving it too much credit trying to make it more than it is, a neatly packed vehicle for the son of a great director to indulge his teen fantasies of gore and flesh and fleshy members of the elite he very pretpentiously both desipises and belongs to. Whilst his father might have had something meaningful to say, this movie does not, but the emptiness executed with some derivative style might sell for content in the age of woke-elitist despsciable critic circles. If only someone would twist a pole or two into their very stabbable bodies from time to time...