Author: Amy Diaz

The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (R)

Lorraine and Ed Warren once again battle the demonic in The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It, a perfectly acceptable bit of old-fashioned good-versus-evil horror.

I’ve always liked the chemistry between Vera Farmiga’s Lorraine, who can see and even communicate with a spiritual realm, and Patrick Wilson’s Ed, who in this movie literally holds her purse. The pair show up with their years of experience in investigating the supernatural and set up cameras and holy water and tackle each incident with a combination of belief and a follow-the-evidence approach to untangling how someone or someplace has become demon-inflicted. But they are also a married couple who really seem to like each other and who have just enough of a sense of humor about what they do — such as when Lorraine makes a joke about having met Elvis both before and after he died. They’ve always been good characters and this movie uses them more or perhaps just more centrally than I (dimly) remember in the previous two movies.

Here, we catch up with Ed and Lorraine during the exorcism of 8-year-old David Glatzel (Julian Hilliard). He’s giving the full demon performance — face boils, cringing when hit with holy water, contorting his body unnaturally. Though in the body of a child, the demon is strong enough to knock around all the other exorcism participants — the priest, David’s parents (Paul Wilson, Charlene Amoia), David’s older sister Debbie (Sarah Catherine Hook) and Debbie’s boyfriend Arne (Ruairi O’Connor). Horrified at what’s happening, Arne at one point grabs David and yells at the demon to leave him alone; “take me” Arne yells, to which the demon apparently thinks “don’t mind if I do.” David is released by the demon and Ed sees Arne soak up the creepy make-up job of the demon face.

Unfortunately, the demon knocks Ed out of commission for a bit, so he can’t warn Arne and Lorraine about what has happened. Soon, though, Arne, Debbie and all the dogs at the kennel they live above know that something is up.

The big evil here is not quite as visually interesting as a creepy doll or an even creepier nun, the baddies in previous Conjuring universe movies. But that’s OK; the movie takes the emotions of the situations seriously and serves up scariness in the moment but it doesn’t seem super concerned with selling you on its big demon narrative or connecting back to story points in previous Conjurings (though there are fun little Easter eggs). You can be in this movie for Ed and Lorraine and their married-couple-investigating-weirdness situation without really having to spend a lot of brain power remembering anything to do with the demon. It’s bad, it wants to do bad things. Sure, you could ask a bunch of “why” questions, but you could just let Farmiga and her late-1970s/early1980s riff on Victorian collars and sleeves kind of carry you through the movie. (I thought way more about Lorraine’s various looks than the story’s demon/exorcism mythology.)

So is tone why I find these movies basically, low-effort enjoyable? Everybody hits the right energy level, the right taking-it-seriously level — is that plus the Farmiga-Wilson duo the secret sauce of the Conjuring movies? Whatever it is, The Devil Made Me Do It, which is in theaters as well as on HBO Max, is another example of that kind of well-made, medium quality, enjoyable but forgettable horror. B-

Rated R for terror, violence and some disturbing images, according to the MPA on filmratings.com. Directed by Michael Chaves with a screenplay by David Leslie Johnson-McGoldrick, The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It is an hour and 52 minutes long and is distributed by Warner Bros. in theaters and on HBO Max through July 4.

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A Quiet Place Part II (PG-13)

The soft-steps-and-muffled-screams family from the first movie must seek a new safe haven in A Quiet Place Part II, the sequel to the 2018 horror sci-fi which is screening only in theaters.

After looking back at Day 1 of the invasion of the sound-sensitive giant-stick-insect-y aliens, the movie picks up right where the first one left off, with father Lee (John Krasinski, also the movie’s director) dead, and recently postpartum mother Evelyn (Emily Blunt) caring for her newborn and fleeing their burning home with her tween-maybe son Marcus (Noah Jupe) and oldest (I think) child, teen Regan (Millicent Simmonds). Regan holds the key to the discovery made at the end of the last movie, which is that her hearing aid, when put next to a microphone, creates a feedback noise that incapacitates the aliens (who hunt humans using sound, thus the constant need for quiet) and leaves them vulnerable to being shot or otherwise destroyed.

The family heads out, eventually meeting up with Emmett (Cillian Murphy), a friend from before (whom we see in the Day 1 scenes) at a factory that offers some protection in various underground soundproof-ish rooms. He is grizzled and broken and not eager for houseguests, but he takes pity on the whole new baby situation and lets them stay. To distract an injured Marcus, Regan fiddles with a radio lying around Emmett’s lodgings and happens upon a frequency playing “Beyond the Sea” in a loop. Excited about the possibility of other people somewhere in the world and a means of broadcasting the alien-defeating sound, Regan starts to form a plan about how to find the radio station. Meanwhile, Evelyn is busy tending to Marcus and trying to figure out how to keep her baby alive with the small oxygen tank and soundproof bassinet that the family constructed.

Eventually, we get two and sometimes three groupings of characters, facing various dangers on their assorted missions. Even more than in the last movie, Regan becomes the core of the movie here — she is the one thinking of the future when the adults around her are just surviving in the moment.

Part II does many of the same things the first movie did in terms of building suspense, creating terror in small moments and making the emotions of family and parenting part of the fabric of what’s happening. It is, like, 80, maybe 85 percent as successful as the first movie at doing all of this in a way that grabs you and keeps you locked in to the action. I think. I’ll admit that (based on a reread of my review of the first movie) I didn’t find this movie as thoroughly engrossing and entertaining as the last one, but then context is everything. Are the little imperfections here (there is some pretty heavy underlining of plot points; I found myself wondering more about the rules of these aliens than I did in the last movie) more apparent than in the last movie, or am I just in a place where a family surviving worldwide catastrophe is not as much of a fun time at the movies?

All that said, the performances are solid all around. Blunt is really skilled at being this kind of action hero, at blending the emotion of the story with the physicality of whatever struggle her character is dealing with. It gives heft to the role. Simmonds and Murphy do good work, having good fatherly-daughterly chemistry in the part of the story line that puts them together.

I think even if A Quiet Place Part II doesn’t sound like it’s for you right now, it’s worth catching up with at some point if you enjoyed the first movie. B

Rated PG-13 for terror, violence and bloody/disturbing images, according to the MPA on filmratings.com. Directed by John Krasinski with a screenplay by Krasinski, A Quiet Place Part II is an hour and 37 minutes long and distributed by Paramount Pictures.

Cruella (PG-13)

Emma Thompson is having a blast, so that’s at least something, in Cruella, the more than two-hour-long Cruella de Vil origin story newly out in theaters and on Disney+.

As a child, little Estella (Tipper Seifert-Cleveland) already had that black-and-white-cookie hairstyle and a feisty nature that made her a fighter when bullies inevitably picked on her. But she had a strong sense of self, a good friend in a young girl named Anita (Florisa Kamara) and a staunchly supportive mother (Emily Beecham).

Tragedy landed Estella alone in London, where she met the young grifters Jasper (Ziggy Gardner) and Horace (Joseph MacDonald). Together with their dogs Buddy and Wink, they create a sort of found family that continues to work together, picking pockets and committing petty thefts, until Estella is Emma Stone aged. But grown-up Jasper (Joel Fry) and Horace (Paul Walter Hauser) can see that Estella still dreams of something more for her life, something of the glamour and fashion she loved so much in her youth. They finagle a spot for her at a posh department store, which helps her get a job for the respected and feared fashion designer The Baroness (Emma Thompson). The Baroness is the top of the heap of the London fashion scene and Estella is at first delighted to work for her. But the more she learns about the Baroness, the more she finds herself harboring thoughts of domination and revenge.

Enter Cruella.

Cruella is what Estella’s mother called her naughtier impulses during her childhood and, after trying so hard to keep a rein on her love of mayhem (most visible in her dying of her hair one solid color), Estella decides to let her hair return to its natural state and let Cruella take the wheel.

With the general meanness of Cruella (saying genuinely mean things to her found family, for example) and all the talk of murder, this is not a kid-friendly movie, in the elementary-school sense of kid. And that’s fine —not everything has to be for everybody. But I did find myself wondering who this movie is for. (I mean, who are any of these live-action Disney movies for other than the studio executives who hope that the combination of known intellectual property and bankable stars equals money and just keep tossing the dice on these things no matter how much they seem like “meh” ideas from the get-go.)

Even so, 90 minutes of this movie, 90 minutes that leaned into the movie’s best elements, would be fine. Thompson is snarling and hissing and just having a great time being a baddie, and that by itself can be a joy to behold. The costumes are awesome — I love the Baroness’s classy looks and Cruella’s punk-er takes. The soundtrack uses some of the best 1960s and 1970s music that money can buy the rights to. That’s all fun. Throw in some heisting and some good business from Stone (she has her moments here, even if it feels like the costumes are frequently driving her performance) and you’ve got a fun if forgettable movie.

But Cruella feels like it goes on forever, without adding much to whatever this movie is trying to do with the character (Maleficent her, I’d imagine, so they can wring a Part II out of this story). She’s not the Disney Harley Quinn (which is how it sometimes feels like she’s being positioned), spunky even in her villainy. She’s not really misunderstood —she’s a jerk, on purpose, because she likes it for a lot of the movie, which doesn’t make her the wronged anti-hero I feel like the movie sometimes wants to paint her as. She’s just, well, a cartoon villain, who, like many a Disney villain, is most interesting in her wardrobe and one-liners, but that doesn’t feel like enough to sustain two hours and 14 minutes. C+

Rated PG-13 for some violence and thematic elements, according to the MPA on filmratings.com. Directed by Craig Gillespie with a screenplay by Dana Fox and Tony McNamara, Cruella is two hours and 14 minutes long and is distributed by Walt Disney via Disney+ (for $29.99) and in theaters.

Plan B (TV-MA)

High school best friends hit the road in search of the morning-after pill in Plan B, a movie directed by Natalie Morales.

Diligent student Sunny (Kuhoo Verma) is supposed to spend the weekend studying, but when her mom Rosie (Jolly Abraham) goes out of town, Sunny’s best friend, Lupe (Victoria Moroles), convinces her to throw a party. The party is your standard high school movie, spur-of-the-moment scheme to allow Sunny to hang out with Hunter (Michael Provost), her longtime crush.

The party does not go as planned — Hunter leaves with another girl, Lupe’s crush Logan never shows and Sunny, sad and tipsy from a horrible punch bowl concoction of wines, pickle juice and cough syrup, ends up having quick, awkward sex with Kyle (Mason Cook), a boy she isn’t really interested in. The next morning she realizes that there was a problem with the condom and is panicked that she’ll get pregnant and prove correct her mother’s assessment that one mistake can destroy your whole life. Don’t worry, Lupe reassures her, you can get the Plan B pill.

As is apparently true in real life South Dakota, where this movie takes place, Sunny can’t get the Plan B pill because the pharmacist at the drugstore declines to give it to her under the “conscience clause.” To the Planned Parenthood!, Sunny decides, except it is three hours away in Rapid City and she technically doesn’t have a car. Thus begins a chain of events — taking her mother’s car, getting lost, a pit stop so Lupe can see Logan — that leads to Sunny deciding whether to take a random pill sold by a random dude who says it’s probably Plan B, maybe speed but almost certainly not PCP.

Not unlike Unpregnant from last year, Plan B mixes comic riffs on road movie and teen movie cliches with sobering moments that make the movie’s point without turning it into an op-ed. And, also as with Unpregnant, the girls’ relationship — its strengths, its weaknesses, what they mean to each other — is the heart of the story. I like the way it shows Sunny and Lupe as close and able to be more than their parents’ expectations or their school selves with each other and yet they still wrestle with things they can’t tell each other. The movie — and the charming performances by Verma and Moroles — makes these two girls full multilayered people, with more to them than just a teen-movie type. B+

Rated TV-MA, according to Hulu. Directed by Natalie Morales with a screenplay by Joshua Levy and Prathiksha Srinivasan, Plan B is an hour and 47 minutes long and is available on Hulu.

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Army of the Dead (R)

Dave Bautista and team attempt to capture millions of dollars from beneath an abandoned Las Vegas casino that’s surrounded by zombies and about to be nuked in Army of the Dead, a film from director Zack Snyder.

That sentence might be all you need to help you decide if you’re in or not.

This movie begins with a short scene and then a credits montage that shows us how a zombie virus is unleashed on the city of Las Vegas and how a group of people go from being normals to battle-hardened zombie killers. When the “present day” story actually gets going, we’re caught up on the post-zombie-outbreak world. Zombies have been walled off in the abandoned Las Vegas; survivors like Scott Ward (Bautista) and his friends have already been lauded as heroes, rewarded with medals and sent back to their hourly-wage lives, and the only people living with the zombie threat are those in what I think is a detention camp in the quarantine zone for people the government think could be infected. Kate (Ella Purnell), Scott’s daughter, works in the quarantine as a volunteer. They have a difficult relationship in part because Scott had to stab his wife/Kate’s mom in the head because she was a zombie.

This seems as good a time as any to explain this universe’s zombie rules: Zombies become zombies when a zombie bites them. Most zombies become mindless flesh-seeking zombies that shamble around. Zombies bitten by the boss of the zombies become “alpha” zombies who are more thinky and have motivations, work as a group and respond to orders from the head zombie. As with most zombie stories, to kill a zombie you gotta destroy the brain.

These zombie rules are why most people don’t go inside the walled city of Las Vegas, even the people who, like Geeta (Huma Qureshi), a mother of two, are pretty sick of the lousy accommodations and constant abuse by the guards in the quarantine area. But when the president decides to drop a low-grade nuclear weapon on Las Vegas to kill all zombies forever, Geeta decides to buy a way out of the new Barstow detention camp they’re being sent to so she sneaks in to Las Vegas to steal some unspecified money.

Scott, meanwhile, has been hired by businessman Tanaka (Hiroyuki Sanada) to steal a very specific pile of cash: There is, Tanaka tells Scott, $250 million sitting in a vault beneath one of the casinos. In the two days before the government plans to nuke the city, Tanaka wants Scott and his team to retrieve it, for which Scott will receive $50 million, to split up however he wants. He hires his old zombie-fighting buddies Maria (Ana de la Reguera) and Vanderohe (Omari Hardwick) as well as safe cracker Dieter (Matthias Schweighofer) and helicopter pilot Peters (Tig Notaro, Christopher Plummered in after the movie was shot; while if you know this you can tell, it isn’t super-distracting and Notaro brings the right kind of energy to the story). The team also includes a few red-shirt people and a villainous Tanaka representative played by Garret Dillahunt. Though Scott doesn’t want Kate to have anything to do with the mission, she eventually joins in because Geeta has gone missing inside the city.

My biggest problem with this movie is probably that it’s too long. It comes in at nearly two and a half hours and it doesn’t use that time — probably about 45 minutes or so longer than it needed to be — to do anything particularly exciting with the story or entertaining in the moment. It gives us some story lines we could have lived without (to include some go-nowhere stuff about the head of the zombies and his queen) and probably a few extra “no, really look at the gore” shots that, I guess, might be exciting for fans of red corn syrup.

The length weighs down what is probably this movie’s most winning aspect, which is just how likeable Bautista is and how solidly OK the chemistry is with the core group of heist-ers. Slicing off some characters and the detours into their motivations (and deaths; spoiler alert I guess but when a team starts off this big it’s clear not everybody is going to make it) would have given the movie a little more energy.

For all of that, Army of the Dead is perfectly acceptable zombie entertainment — not too bleak and not too quippy with just enough visual fun. B-

Rated R for strong bloody violence, gore and language throughout, some sexual content and brief nudity/graphic nudity, according to the MPA on filmratings.com. Directed by Zack Snyder with a screenplay by Shay Hatten and Joby Harold, Army of the Dead is two hours and 28 minutes long and is distributed by Netflix. It is also in theaters.

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