I make terrible reviews of movies.
The Conjuring series has a special place in my heart. I consider The Conjuring 2 to be a modern horror masterpiece. I remember seeing it three times at the theater, and falling in love with James Wan perfecting his direction. With that being said, I was already nervous about this third film. Being directed by Michael Chaves (The Curse of La Llorona), I was really skeptical about this entry. Unfortunately, my instinct was correct.
The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do…
Terror. Confusion. Love.
These are the three words to describe what these characters go through in this one night. I still remember the brilliant marketing for this film, and the mystery behind it all. I still remember seeing it in a theater opening weekend, and watching the horrors that unraveled throughout this short runtime. Even today I still get that claustrophobic, and confusing fear that these characters feel. Not showing your monster can go a long way, and Matt Reeves…
Yeah... this was near-perfect. A 70s punk filled fashion war film that is a non-stop extravaganza. Emma Stone is f’ing fabulous in this movie, and owns every scene. The costume and make-up BETTER get an Oscar nomination next year. It’s jaw-dropping beautiful, and I gasped at the beauty of certain designs. This doesn’t feel like a Disney film at all. There’s just something that clicks from the minute you see Stone as this famous villain. It feels fresh and different for…