Annabelle
You’re more than likely going to spend a good chunk of this week’s paycheck on scary movie date night. If you plan on seeing “Annabelle,” read on for 300 words on why you shouldn’t.
After seeing weeks’ worth of previews for the sequel (technically, the prequel) to “The Conjuring,” I was ready to go all out for a full-on fright night. I bought a ticket to the 10pm showing of the film and decided to put on my big-girl panties and see the movie alone for the full scary experience. I was expecting chills to run down my spine, as I was deathly afraid of an American Girl doll that used to sit outside of my bedroom during my childhood. What I got instead was like a “Mad Men” Halloween episode.
The movie follows a young, expecting couple in the early 1970s that just so happen to live next door to neighbors whose daughter ran off and joined a cult. The cult premise had some serious potential, as news clips of Charles Manson were scattered throughout the beginning of the movie, but even this didn’t end up being a super essential plot line.
Within the first 10 minutes, we discover the neighbors’ daughter is Annabelle, and after she dies during a murder attempt of our pregnant main character, her soul inhabits the already terrifying-looking porcelain doll.
Other than providing proof that all dolls are essentially creepy, the movie only delivered loud noises and things that jump out at the camera. Despite trying to draw on themes from “Rosemary’s Baby” and even “The Omen,” “Annabelle” didn’t quite measure up to the Warrens in “The Conjuring.”
I will admit, however, that after the movie, I did call up my mom and beg her for the 100th time to get rid of the “Little Lauren” doll, just in case anyone decides to die with her in their arms and, in turn, possess the damn thing.
Annabelle is now playing in theaters.
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