Annabelle Comes Home
Annabelle Comes Home rounds out the Annabelle Trilogy from the Conjuring Universe. It’s as dumb as you would think of for the third in a trilogy that seems to not really be needed. It got so dumb that there was even a werewolf in it. Yes, a werewolf. DUMB.
I thought that I would hate the character that unleashed the mayhem, but she was somewhat sympathetic — she was trying to contact her dead dad. Although, I would’ve just asked for some psychic consultation. Plus, why’d she have to touch everything.
The scariest thing about it was after the movie. As I was getting to my car, I did not notice this lady behind me. Like she popped out of thin air. As I hopped into my car, she walked a few spaces past. As I pulled out, I noticed that she was still there staring at me. As I passed by her I didn’t want to look, but needed to confirm that she was still staring at me. Yup. She still was there watching me drive away. It was downright creepy. I thought I was going to see her in my living room when I got home! WTF.
2 of 5 stars.
