It should be called: The Ruse. Because it's a Catholic propaganda flick. It's a piece of horseshit, or, muleshit (if you see it you'll get the reference). If you must see it (and there's nothing new or unexpected in it), wait for DVD or on-demand or free download or whatever, it'll save you the embarrassment of being seen in the theater watching the piece of tripe. Anthony Hopkins never disappoints, but it's painful to watch his talent go to such waste. Michael O'Donoghue and Alice Braga are very easy on the eyes, very, and they brought some beauty to an otherwise ugly, ghastly movie. As the narrative of the story constantly hints that disturbed demons lurk everywhere, the filmmakers should have done some soul-searching before dishing out this kind of quasi-spiritual garbage, and contemplated the intrinsic meaning of the message they were trying to convey.