The third outing in the main Conjuring film series delivers serviceable frights in a sinister story. The film’s main appeal, however, comes courtesy of those oddly lovable Warrens. Yep, Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga once more make the real-life paranormal investigator couple enjoyably compelling. I mean, has some of their magic worn off by this point with 5 movies and counting in the franchise universe? No question – but there’s still plenty of gas in the tank. You see, like Mulder and Scully (The X-Files) or Sam and Dean Winchester (Supernatural), there’s something about these characters that makes them so darn appealing – I just wanna watch them do their thing! As for the story in this particular outing, well, it’s creepy alright – if not overstuffed. Things play-out nicely in an almost police procedural way (a refreshing change), but it sours quickly with a climax that leaves a lot to be desired. It’s certainly not the worst of the franchise (looking at you The Nun), but also not near the best. The super slick production actually goes a long way here, making it steps above what could have been just another ho-hum horror. But, again, we can all thank those cunning Warrens for turning it into another decent offering of cinematic scares!