Shot with a marvelous
1970s vibe down to the opening credit crawl, “The Conjuring” takes the old
“based on a true story” tag used by so lame horror movies and makes it
something to scream about again. CGI? None that I saw. Plot: The Perrons (Ron
Livingston and Lili Taylor are the parents) move into a massive farm house. An
old, hidden basement is found. Clocks stop. The dog dies. One girl sleep walks.
Another is pulled from bed. Handclaps are heard. The instances then turn
shocking until mother calls in Christian paranormal investigators (Patrick
Wilson and Vera Farmiga). The woman can “see” ghosts, and the house is full of
them. I’ll stop. Watch. Director James Wan works his film effortlessly, opening
on a seemingly unrelated tale of doll. Are they unrelated? Music, editing, the
giving of information, all are top notch, and climax is relentlessly tense. I
have finally seen a film that can stand near “Exorcist.” I can’t get past
one line where Farmiga says the ghost had not yet been violent. Did the actress
misspeak? (Ignore that.) This is a nightmare inducer, the kind I’d sneak watch
as a teen, sound low. I loved those moments. A-
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