In a bid to boost ratings, a struggling late night show brings on an exorcist and a young woman who claims to be possessed.
I was really looking forward to Late Night with the Devil.
I left feeling underwhelmed - it feels like a better idea than in execution.
Some of the seventies trappings are great - the live band, the corny repartee, even the inter-titles.
David Dastmalchian is great in the lead - riding the line between empathetic and fame-hungry monster.
The possession does not quite carry off the build-up - for one, the look and behaviour is too familiar, resembling the iconography from The Exorcist.
Maybe it is a reference to fit with the seventies milieu, but it feels generic.
It does not quite capture the aesthetics of TV, and it never quite feels as spontaneous as a live broadcast.
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