The Antichrist is not Italian horror's finest 96 minutes. Long stretches of not a lot happening are supposed to create suspense, but all they do is delay the inevitable finale, which was the original audience's entire reason for being there since they knew it was going to include elements of The Exorcist. A Satanic ritual in the woods, which includes a rape-by-goat (you have to look fast and hit the "pause" button to catch the animal in the scene) is sufficiently chilling, but Ippolita's (Carla Gravina) remote cockiness is off-putting from the get-go. The dialogue intervals are maddening and often confusing. As a product of its time, The Antichrist probably was intense, but that intensity has diminished over the years. For Italian horror collectors only.