Oct 24 2014
I still can’t believe it. They did it; they actually pulled it off. Against all odds, Blumhouse Productions actually managed to turn Annabelle into a legitimately good movie. The film had everything going against it – a historically terrible director, a largely untested screenwriter, a cast consisting completely of unknowns and non-entities and a subject that could most readily be described as a more confusing version of Chucky – and yet that somehow proved to be more than enough to churn out a surprisingly high-quality horror film.
When John Form buys a rare, vintage doll for his pregnant wife Mia, it’s supposed to be a celebration of their new life together. But when Annabelle Wallis, their neighbor’s estranged daughter, murders her parents in the middle of the night as part of a satanic ritual, everything changes for them. Before the police can stop her, Annabelle attacks the Forms, slits her own throat, paints a satanic symbol into their nursery wall with her own blood and dies cradling the cherubic doll.
But that is only the beginning of the Forms’ troubles. Annabelle’s ritual bound a demon to Mia’s doll, and it will not abate until it collects its due: a human soul. The dark presence within the doll relentlessly stalks the Forms, and especially Mia: burning down their house, chasing Mia through her new apartment complex and abducting the Forms’ newborn child. Not even the Catholic Church proves capable of saving the new family from their demonic tormentor. Their only potential salvation lies within Evelyn – a kindly bookstore owner who believes that she was saved by God for a higher purpose. Continue Reading »