No matter where you stand on the paranormal belief scale, the case files of Ed and Lorraine Warren are plenty of interesting reads. It’s no surprise that Hollywood has turned their life’s work into a mega-franchise that’s now on the verge of becoming the horror equivalent of Marvel movies. With The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It, the next installment in the ever-expanding Conjuring world returns us to the core. In 1981, the Warrens (Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga) help in the exorcism of David Glatzel, an 8-year-old boy (Julian Hilliard). Arne Johnson (Ruairi O’Connor), the boyfriend of David’s sister Debbie (Sarah Catherine Hook), persuades the demon to depart during the exorcism. IMDB
What the Devil Forced Me To Do It isn’t quite as scary or powerful as the previous two entries. You can’t help but wonder, as with any film representation of true events, whether aspects are invented for the sake of amusement. When it comes to the horror genre, this is amplified, if not tripled. The storyline threads weave together in the third act, presenting us with an occultist implementing an intricate spell designed to provide a soul to the demon before it can return to hell, despite the fact that we know of three persons it has possessed by this point. I’m not saying the film fails because of the climax, but without knowing if the occultist—or any of the other characters—are real, I can’t determine if the film succeeds.