The Conjuring franchise has been a wild trip since James Wan’s first movie terrified audiences again in 2013. It kicked off a horror universe that, for higher or worse, has lasted 9 motion pictures.
I’ve caught with it by way of the highs and the lows, and whereas not each entry has been nice, there was all the time a sure spooky appeal that saved me invested. That’s why I used to be excited to see The Conjuring: Last Rites, the ultimate chapter within the saga of Ed and Lorraine Warren.
Sadly, as a substitute of an excellent and chilling sendoff, what we get is a messy, uninspired finale that left me strolling out of the theater feeling annoyed and dissapointed.
Set in 1986, the movie reunites Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga because the Warrens, now semi-retired and feeling the load of age. Ed’s worsening coronary heart situation makes him extra weak than ever, however the couple is pulled into one final haunting.
Their case this time is predicated on the notorious Smurl household haunting, the place Janet and Jack Smurl (performed by Rebecca Calder and Elliot Cowan) claimed their household was stricken by a malevolent drive.
On paper, the real-life story has all of the makings of a terrifying supernatural showdown, however in execution, Final Rites fumbles practically each step of the way in which.
The largest downside is how lazily the film is written. The script feels cobbled collectively, with plot factors that don’t join and scenes that play out like they have been stitched in from utterly completely different drafts.
There are moments that make completely no sense by way of story, setup, or payoff, and the narrative retains piling on random parts with out ever committing to a transparent route. What begins as a haunted-house thriller spirals into one thing so incoherent that it’s laborious to imagine this was meant to be the grand finale of such a preferred sequence.
After which comes the third act, which is the place the entire thing utterly collapses. It’s chaotic, complicated, and poorly staged. Out of the blue there are too many characters in the home, then barely anybody in any respect, and also you by no means actually know the place persons are or what they’re doing.
The supposed “large dangerous” demon is barely even proven. As a substitute, we’re left with a weird sequence that actually ends with the Warrens battling a mirror. I want I have been exaggerating, however the finale is laughable. It’s the sort of ending that makes you shake your head and marvel what anybody concerned was pondering. Did Wan even learn this script!?
Director Michael Chaves, who beforehand helmed The Curse of La Llorona and The Conjuring: The Satan Made Me Do It, simply doesn’t have the identical finesse or expertise that Wan delivered to the sooner movies. His model lacks power, and the scares fall utterly flat.
As a substitute of constructing pressure, the movie continually throws soar scares on the display screen, every yet one more predictable than the final. Even at over two hours lengthy, it one way or the other feels each padded and rushed, dragging by way of lengthy stretches of dullness earlier than sprinting by way of a finale that doesn’t repay something it units up.
The saddest half is that Wilson and Farmiga are nonetheless implausible as Ed and Lorraine. Their chemistry and emotional depth have all the time been the glue holding this franchise collectively, and even right here, they do their finest to raise weak materials.
You possibly can inform they’re giving their all, however the movie doesn’t do proper by them. As a substitute of giving the Warrens a correct farewell, Final Rites reduces them to gamers in a clunky, uninspired script that by no means permits for the sort of emotional or terrifying moments the sequence is understood for.
Whereas the film does try to replicate on the Warrens’ legacy in a significant approach, it performs out like a stitched-together assortment of clichés, with little or no ardour or originality behind it. For a franchise that when stood out for reviving basic haunted-house horror with model and coronary heart, Final Rites mockingly turns into the very sort of generic studio horror it as soon as rose above.
Strolling out of the theater, I couldn’t assist however really feel bummed out. I needed The Conjuring: Final Rites to be a powerful, scary sendoff to certainly one of horror’s most profitable franchises. As a substitute, it’s an underwhelming, confused mess that squanders its story, its scares, and its characters.
Wilson and Farmiga deserved a significantly better ending, and so did the followers who’ve caught with this sequence for over a decade. That is the weakest movie within the franchise
