The Conjuring

The Conjuring

The Conjuring is one of those films people love to shout about as a “modern horror classic” – but for me, it landed lukewarm. I’m giving it a 6 out of 10 – and no, it’s not because I’m squeamish. Quite the opposite. This film had so much potential, but unfortunately, it steps into the same tired traps as so many others in the genre.

Predictable story, middle-of-the-road acting
The plot? You see it coming from a mile away. It’s not bad, but it’s absolutely not fresh either. You’ve been here before: family moves into a creepy house, weird shit starts happening, they bring in the paranormal experts, and things spiral. It’s Horror 101. The acting sits somewhere in the middle – not terrible, but nothing worth praising either. It just… exists.

The technical stuff saves it
Where The Conjuring shines is behind the camera. The cinematography is tight. The lighting, the subtle grime in the visuals, the framing – it all creates a genuinely eerie vibe. And the sound? That’s the real MVP here. The ambient noises, the subtle breaths, the soft creaks, the distant screams – that’s what actually gets under your skin. It’s not the characters or the plot that scare you. It’s the production.

Yet another jump scare parade
Like so many modern horror films, The Conjuring leans way too hard on jump scares. It’s a cheap trick, and it gets old fast. A truly terrifying film should crawl under your skin and stay there. It should make you feel uneasy hours later, make you question that shadow in the corner or why your hallway suddenly feels colder than usual. This one? It startles you, then moves on. No lingering dread.

🎲 Score: 6/10
A decent horror film that nails the technical aspects, but plays it too safe to be anything more. If you’re looking for a solid Friday night scare with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn – it’ll do the job. Just don’t expect it to haunt your dreams.