Annabelle Comes Home (2019)
(On Cable TV, February 2020) From its featureless opening scenes onward, Annabelle Comes Home is a dull stretch of a watch. I’d mutter something about this being a fall from grace for The Conjuring series, except for the obviousness that great movies leading to increasingly uninteresting sequels and spinoffs is what counts as normal in the horror genre. Amazingly enough, this remains a sequel-to-a-prequel-to-a-spinoff-to-a-sequel-to-an-adaptation-of-a-so-called-real-story. (Considering its callbacks to The Conjuring, Anabelle Comes Home is a derivative project that really wants you to remember the first film.) Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson have extended supporting roles as bookends here, but much of the spotlight goes to the babysitter who’s stuck with the Warrens’ daughter and an evil doll trying to possess the both of them (along with a crew of nasties just to make this even more chaotic). To be fair, there’s a decent degree of polish to the 1970s recreation, Gary Dauberman’s workmanlike direction and the rather good cinematography—for all of its faults, Annabelle Comes Home isn’t a cheap straight-to-DVD sequel. But fair execution doesn’t really mitigate the derivative nature of the script, the uninspired jump scares or the feeling that we’re really trampling down whatever that was interesting about The Conjuring in the first place. Annabelle Comes Home strikes me as the kind of film meant to be seen three or four years after you’ve seen the original—long enough to want some of the same things, but distanced enough to not be compared with its predecessor too closely.