REVIEW: “The Conjuring”
I’m Richard Roeper and coming up next, a family moves into a giant farmhouse in the country where mysterious things happened in the past. What could possibly go wrong? My review of “The Conjuring,” next.
In virtually every haunted-house movie, there comes a moment when we want to scream: “WHY DON’T YOU PEOPLE JUST MOVE OUT OF THAT HOUSE!” Credit “The Conjuring” for addressing that issue twice—but I still say when the doors are slamming and ghastly images are appearing in bathroom mirrors and whispers are heard in the night and pictures are flying offthe walls and there’s a creepy hidden cellar—GET THE F— OUT OF THE F—— HOUSE!
Set in the 1970s and “based on the true story” of a haunted family and the husband-and-wife team of demon-hunters that tries to save them, “The Conjuring” is never above mining familiar territory for jump-in-your-seat-and-then-
Reliable everyman Ron Livingston is Roger and Lili Taylor is his wife Carolyn. Along with their five adorable daughters, they move into a farmhouse in the Rhode Island. It takes all of about six hours for things to go bump in the night. They enlist the help of well-known demonologists Ed and Lorraine Warren, played by Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga.
The editing is crips, the music perfectly timed, to give us some terrific scares and some well-placed moments of comedic relief. We also get a level of writing and acting rarely seen in films such as this, particularly when Taylor and Farmiga bond over thefiercely protective love a parent feels for a child.
Despite the reminders this is based on a true story, we do get a lot of standard scary movie stuff, but it’s almost always done with style. I give “The Conjuring” a B+.