Terri-belle, more like
It was only a matter of time that a spin-off of one of the creepiest horror characters of the last decade would happen. BUT maybe they shouldn’t have bothered.
A couple begins to experience terrifying supernatural occurrences involving a vintage doll shortly after their home is invaded by satanic cultists.
Both the Insidious and Conjuring films were actually quite good.
Not hard considering the mindless entries of regurgitated jump-in-your-seat hidden footage movies that have bombarded the box office since Paranormal Activity.
They weren’t perfect but they attempted to resurrect that old school haunted house feel and tell an actual story.
The Annabelle doll was the creepiest thing for me in The Conjuring. That face. Shudder. And so we have a spin-off . . . Hollywood milking another cash cow.
Unfortunately the story was flat, predictable and dull. It relied on incredibly loud music and lazy “jump bits” to keep you interested.
The story of Annabelle’s origins were briefly glazed over in The Conjuring but that was still creepier than the story we got in this one.
I mean, really? The plot line was taken from Child’s Play. A demonic cult member possessing a dodgy looking doll. Boring and unoriginal.
Annabelle Wallis (Ironic her name’s the name of . . . Yeah, moving on) delivered a solid performance and certainly carried the film. That also explained her absence from the excellent BBC crime drama Peaky Blinders. It was lucky that there was a likeable lead or this would have been a complete write off.
My main issue was that the scares were so predictable. The film felt like it was going through the motions.
You could tick off a checklist of clichéd horror moments. Something will run past . . . NOW. The creepy baby mobile will start to move . . . NOW. If not for the massive cinema speakers and the grandiose musical score of Joseph Bishara, I would have barely flinched.
It seemed to mesh Child’s Play with Rosemary’s Baby. On paper, perfect. But it’s execution? Meh.
Now, don’t get me wrong, there were a couple of moments (for all my cynicism) that caught me off guard. Hell, there were even actual moments of suspense.
An elongated elevator sequence had me quivering behind my hands as the doors refused to close. The ever-growing threat of something about to strike.
That was until . . . the doors kept opening and closing for the next two or three minutes, killing any tension or patience.
The final 20 minutes finally got going BUT it just wasn’t enough.
Ward Horton was so stocky and wooden. I couldn’t care what happened to his character. And that was the problem, the supporting characters were so cliched and one dimensional.
All the bad stuff would (Surprise, surprise!) happen at night. Leaving us with shoddy acting and mindless dialogue during the day sequences. Bar one crazy kitchen encounter.
Considering the running time was 99 minutes, it felt a whole lot longer.
Alfre Woodard (12 Years A Slave) and Tony Amendola (Once Upon A Time) had perfect opportunities to take the stage but their characters were so pointless and unnecessary. Save a “twist” in the closing moments.
A twist that I called so early on that I could feel my ever-thinning patience fading to nothing.
Annabelle herself was delightfully demonic. I just wish they had made more of the doll. You know, the very object that the film was supposed to be about?!
Playing on that Child’s Play vibe with the doll moving or doing something. Not the “supernatural force” around her.
For every dark moment, I felt more could have been made. The writers could have done so much more with the premise. BUT they just played it safe. The ol’ “Well it worked with the others” spiel.
I think this film needs to be exorcised and possessed with a better cast and story line.
I don’t know what scared me more the fact it was made or the fact it made money.
2/5 for me.