This movie is much like an onion with layers. The audience has to keep tabs on the family dynamic of the Warrens, the ghost plot, the typical skeptics of ghosts and, of course, demons. All of the layers work well together, each individual part shines on its own but I can’t shake off the feeling that the movie runs a tad long.
Did we really need the guitar scene covering an Elvis song? My grandmother might swoon over the mere mentioning of Elvis, but me? Not so much.
I did think it was cool when the film opened with the famous Amityville horror story because, as an amateur film historian, I know the impact that story and subsequent adaptions had on paranormal investigations and film productions.
For some reason, ghosts were always more frightening to me than guy in a hockey mask. Ghosts are not physical and are just plain spooky and in my mind there was no way to defend against them.
Vampires are weak against sunlight, werewolves against silver bullets but ghosts? Well, I guess if you are an atheist you’re screwed.
The actors do a fair job in the movie but the human actors are never really the highlight for me in any scary movie. It is like me saying I like watching the “Fast and Furious” movies for Vin Diesel’s Oscar-worthy acting instead of the cars. I go to scary movies to see the big scary monster terrorize the normal folk.