Imagine, baby free afternoon. Grandma’s babysitting and the hubs and I have scored a few hours to steal away to yee olde movie house.
Cut to me fervently trashing Annabelle (2014) on the drive home.
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Last year, The Conjuring (2013) made big bucks and won the hearts of horror and ghost hunting fanatics everywhere. If you’d heard of The Warrens, you were sold on the film, and even if you hadn’t, by the films finale you were left ready for more.
It was only natural that the movie powers that be would reach their money grubbing little paws into this, ahem….’true’ story and come out with the salvageable morsel that is Annabelle.
Annabelle, the most horrific looking Victorian doll ever made (specifically for the genre as we have all heard that the real Annabelle was an innocuous looking raggedy ann) is introduced in The Conjuring for a brief moment, serving mostly to introduce Ed and Lorraine Warren themselves. All we know is this doll is possessed, evil, connected to ‘the spirit if Annabelle Higgens’ and is now jailed in the warrens occult museum and blessed by a priest regularly to prevent evil behaviour from occurring.
So, you steal these few fragments of story and build a spin off? What could your audience want to know? Who is Annabelle Higgens, how did the doll become possessed, and how did the nurses in The Conjuring come to acquire her?
What do we get? A Rosemary’s baby homage (constant obvious references) that offers up a suspenseful first twenty minutes. This opening answers our first two questions with a jarring skill. A few chilling scenes involving spattered blood, satanic cultists and some seemingly random violence are among the films most effective. Sadly, this story leads us to the question no one was asking: what happened between the dolls possession and it’s next owners?
This film is largely unnecessary. It couldn’t decide whether to focus on an inanimate doll (who somehow operates appliances and rocking chairs and slightly changes positions), the spirit possessing her (shaggy haired gal in white, sometimes a child, sometimes an adult, sometimes wandering the house, sometimes strangely not present) or the more ominous, non specific demon creature that lurks in the dark and has oddly conflicting powers (can’t take your soul unless invited, but can seem to posses the bodies of others, make babies disappear and toss books around). This film was confused. Pick one villain and do it well instead of delving into three separate (though admittedly connected) antagonists and slopping together a couple of creepy images.
The story centres on John and Mia, a young couple in the early throes of parenthood. Mia collects bafflingly creepy dolls and is inexplicably thrilled when honey brings home the enormous Annabelle doll that no one in their right mind would make, let alone buy. As previously mentioned, doll gets possessed amidst culty violence, John tosses Barbie out. She comes back as the family moves to a new home and Mia decides she’ll just hang on to the more and more demonic looking child sized doll. Weird stuff ensues. Annabelle moves slightly. The rocking chair rocks, doors close, music turns on. Nothing highly alarming or unexpected occurs. Audiences will not be shocked.
Enter helpful priest (though ineffective) and convieniently open minded neighbour lady. Cut to complete nonsense neighbour kid with an odd artistic skill (these kids should’ve been cut! What was the point, who are their parents, where did they come from and why does no one care?!). Cheap jump scares, actors that seem to be playing dress up in the costume department of Roman Polanskis past, and some unusually heavy themes about life, death and the duties of motherhood.
What goes right? Some truly suspenseful scenes are peppered in, perhaps with lacklustre and confusing payoff (who or what grabs Mia during the fire when nothing else ever seems to lay a hand on her?). The aforementioned heavy themes aren’t without a certain poignancy, but this cheap horror film feels like the wrong venue to convey them.
The final word? Annabelle falls flat. Chock full of potential, director John R. Leonetti couldn’t decide where to channel his focus and wound up with a ham fisted 60s romp through horrors of yesteryear. Had he centered his movie around Annabelle Higgens, the source of the dolls evil, and delved into her personal story, the inner workings of The Family-like cult and the eerie helter skelter that’s bound to encircle those weirdos and their demon fetishes, we might’ve had an refreshingly different and compelling film. He could’ve made a whole film about how the doll got possessed and ended it without the story of John and Mia, but with the segue right into the conjuring.
Not a film you wake in the night still thinking of, if you have any sense of logic at all.
As a new feature, I’m including the non horror loving husbands review, perhaps for the weak of heart: ‘she gets me to go see one a year, and she wasted it on this one’.
He admittedly says through covered eyes.
Now, for a finishing touch, to impart the wisdom of horror cinema onto my child, I must include the top five lessons learned from Annabelle
1. The priest won’t save you.
2. If you suspect something is evil, and especially if it has a face, throwing it in the garbage can won’t suffice. You burn that shit!
3. If demons are after your baby, stop leaving her alone. Even if you’re JUST going down six floors to the basement that never ends.
4. Don’t marry a doctor, he won’t have time for your explorations into satansim.
5. This ‘sequel-prequel’ sucks. Stick to the good stuff and watch Rosemary’s Baby instead. ‘This is not a dream, this is really happening!!’.