I saw a crappy movie last night called the Unborn, starring Odette Yustman. I like the idea of the scary movie. There are some great ones out there, but the Unborn wasn’t one of them.
*Spoilers Ahead (If you insist on wasting 11 bucks on this movie)*
Other than admiring Odette Yustman’s god-given assets, I could only uncover one redeeming idea contained in the movie: the notion of a Jewish exorcism.
I was certainly well aware of the Catholic tradition of exorcism as made famous in such flicks as The Exorcist (1973), but it never occurred to me that there was a Jewish analog to such a ceremony. Being Jewish myself, I was doubly intrigued. Why should Catholic’s have all the fun?
In the movie, I learned that there is an entity of Jewish folklore called the Dybbuk. It is described as a demon of sorts which having unfinished business on earth seeks to inhabit the soul of another. In the film, I can’t really blame the Dybbuk.
Who wouldn’t want to inhabit that?
My mom used to tell me that I was a twin and that my twin had died in the womb so I found the identical premise in The Unborn eerily familiar… hand to god.
When I got home, I found myself drawn to attic for some unknown reason as if my unborn twin was calling to me. If you are still reading this, and haven’t cried bullshit, please let me finish my tale of horror.
I found myself rummaging through ancient papers which have been in my family for centuries. Finally, I came across a parchment of paper of my Great Great Great, Great Great… Great… Aunt or something like that.
As if possessed, I found a magical pen in my hand and began to draw furiously. It seemed like hours had passed, but in fact it was only minute or two. I awoke from my trance to see the drawing above in all its frightening glory.
My Hebrew is a bit rusty, but I could read those ancient letters as if they were inscribed in my brain. Dybbuk, DYBBUK, DYBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU… K!
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