There are several reasons why this assumption is justified.
The film is called Possessed, and is unlikely to focus primarily on diseases of the flesh, especially considering the wealth of catholic paraphernalia thrust into every shot with an inch-wide gap, and plus there's the ominous music, composed by Martin Ronnow-Klarlund, which would be highly inappropriate in ER. Finally, there's no Dustin Hoffmen or Sean Connerys to be seen.
There's also a character who looks alarmingly like Jerry from Phoenix Nights running about. Every time he appears, you think, "Cool! It's Jerry from Phoenix Nights! I wonder if he's going to sing a song or tell a joke?"
But there's a twist, cause it's not Jerry at all, it's some other bloke who's all concerned about The Bible and Astrology and Satan and so on. He may or may not be a priest. He wears a collar, and dresses in black, but he also reads pornography and appears quite a shifty individual, all being told.
And it turns out that there was a child in Romania who had whatever the hell the bloke who died had, and someone killed him or burned him or something, but he's dead, whatever happened. So there's a group of police looking for the person who may have killed this youngster, and at the same time, our virologist friend and his missus are trying to get the corpse so as to take samples and stuff.
It sounds very confusing, but it's not really.
Possessed obviously doesn't think of itself as a schlock-fest, but that's what it is. Sure, they may frame the nude shots in a bizarre manner, but it's still a nude shot, even if it is tinted red. And despite all the medical hoopla, it's really all down to the same old daft Satanic nonsense.
Possessed takes a number of plot details from The Omen, throws in a fair old chunk of The Hidden and mixes in more than is healthy from Fallen.
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