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Sara Stewart

Sara Stewart

 Movies

Campy ‘Annabelle Comes Home’ barely conjures a movie

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Sara Stewart
Published June 26, 2019, 4:45 p.m. ET

In the pantheon of diminishing returns known as “The Conjuring Universe” (seven-and-counting movies originating with 2013’s genuinely chilling “The Conjuring”), this latest chapter sees possessed doll Annabelle wreaking havoc in the home of mediums Ed and Lorraine Warren (Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga).

In “Annabelle Comes Home” they’ve locked the doll in a priest-blessed glass case after two previous films’ worth of demonic damage.

Horror writer Gary Dauberman (“It”), making his directorial debut, goes for a campy ’70s vibe as the Warrens’ daughter Judy (Mckenna Grace) and her two baby sitters (Madison Iseman and Katie Sarife) unwittingly unleash Annabelle in the Warrens’ roomful of haunted objects.

It’s a fun premise too often reduced to formulaic door-creaks and ghoul-shrieks, though Dauberman does work in a few arresting images, including a demon that is only visible via ancient-coin eyes.

But “Annabelle Comes Home” is so low stakes it’s barely a movie — more like a very special “Brady Bunch” episode in hell.