The half-baked horror of Incarnate would have worked better in comic-book form

About that wheelchair thing: Ember is engaged in a cosmic struggle with a demon named “Maggie” (why that name, of all names, remains unclear) who targeted him for destruction when he awakened to his destiny as an “incarnate” and who killed his family in a head-on collision that left him paralyzed shortly thereafter. An “incarnate,” for the uninitiated, is a person who has the ability to enter the subconscious mind of another; these “incarnates” are united in a loose network, primarily using their powers to free the possessed of their demonic mind-chains. It’s sort of a superpower and sort of a science (there certainly is a lot of equipment involved), and the Catholic Church supervises it all, sending representatives like the one played by Catalina Sandino Moreno to dole out assignments.

The process of exorcism—or “eviction,” as the stubbornly nondenominational Ember calls it—plays out on screen with elements of The Exorcist II, Inception, The Matrix, and Insidious, as Ember confronts the possessed from inside their subconscious, informing them that, unfortunately, they’re not living out their most dearly held fantasy. It’s all a dream, conjured up by a demon who’s currently making the rest of them do horrible things, and if they want to live, they’ve got to come with Ember, or else.

This time around, Ember and his team have been tasked with saving 11-year-old Cameron (Gotham’s David Mazouz), whose soul was seized by the infamous Maggie after a homeless woman with one of those latex scar patches on her cheek somehow leaped into the fourth-floor (or maybe fifth? It’s high up, anyway) window of his apartment late one night. Conventional exorcists have failed to help the boy, so now it’s time to call in Doctor Batman. Meanwhile, his single mother, a woefully underused Carice Van Houten, waits in the other room in her sweatpants, her eyes occasionally welling up with tears. Cameron’s mother is trying to protect her son from his abusive father, who repeatedly attempts to contact the boy throughout the film. Will Maggie use this to her advantage? Of course she will.

Anyhow, after falling through various dreams, Ember ends up in one of his own, which would be a spoiler if it weren’t so blatantly obvious from the moment he “wakes up.” He’ll fight back, however, in a climactic confrontation that blatantly rips off the original The Exorcist. It’s all a wild jumble of half-baked, derivative ideas and arbitrary rules, all of which add up to a suspense-free horror narrative as murky as its lighting. Yet another in director Brad Peyton’s filmography of halfhearted work-for-hire gigs, it’ll more than likely be tucked away into some dark corner of Netflix within the next six months and then forgotten, good for little more than the occasional chortle of ironic amusement from viewers busy playing on their phones. (Its oddly slippery title doesn’t help: Days after being assigned a review of this movie, this writer kept blanking on what it was called.)

Oh, and Ember’s mentor has a bunch of black-market ivory and a stuffed leopard in his holy command center, all of which was apparently furnished by the Vatican. We don’t know what that means either.