The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (2021)
(On Cable TV, October 2021) I went into The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It with very low expectations. After a brilliant first film, the series produced so many uninspired sequels and spinoffs that I’d lost track of them all (after checking, there are three Conjuring films, three Anabelle spinoffs and two other semi-related entries so far), and couldn’t really bring myself to care about a new instalment. The first few moments of the film don’t really help, as it once again drapes itself in the silly clothes of having been “inspired by real events.” The Conjuring series is at its best when it abandons any claim to realism and goes all-out on the movie horror stuff, and that’s what eventually happens… in the third act. Until then, the laborious set-up has the series lead Ed and Lorraine Warren (played by the very likable Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson) turning up as supernatural investigators trying to prove demonic possession in a court of law. That silliness contaminates much of the film’s first half, but things get better as the shape of the plot gets clearer. Not merely facing supernatural possession, the Warrens eventually find themselves faced with a physical antagonist running around, casting spells and curses, and eventually driving the spouses against each other. The climax is as spectacular and non-realistic as any horror film laden with special effects and slow-motion shots, as the Warrens join forces once again and take on their physical opponent. From a humdrum beginning, The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It ends up climbing its way to adequacy—a step up from the rather dull second entry, and a clear improvement over most (all? I don’t care to remember) of the films in the “Conjuring Cinematic Universe.” It’s not much, but it’s enough to make me more partial to a fourth film, especially now that we’re getting into the 1980s and getting farther and farther away from being overly reverential to the real-life material from the Warrens’ lives.