Surprisingly tender with so-so scares, Insidious: The Red Door makes for a perfectly fine addition to this enduring Blumhouse franchise. The story is a lot more tedious this time around though (not necessarily a bad thing), allowing the creepiness to slowly grow over the course of the film. But don’t worry, the slow-burn simmering suspense is accompanied by a slew of jump scares. The final act is a rather big letdown however, as it never fully embraces the horror at hand. The filmmakers sure left a lot of meat on the bone as it relates to all these “entities” and why we should really be afraid of them (other than the fact that they look “scary”). But while the ending is more than a little undercooked, just know that everything leading up to it works fairly well. This is mostly thanks to a group of likable characters, including Ty Simpkins’ Dalton as a talented art student with some major internal torment. He’s mostly paired with the pleasant Sinclair Daniels, who adds some welcome levity to all the moodiness. Patrick Wilson is also solid here (when is he not) as he brings his father character to some interesting places that tackles mental health and unresolved trauma. Also the director, Wilson is clearly an astute horror connoisseur, knowing just how to keep the audience on its toes. Trust me, there’s plenty of “did I just see that in the background?” moments. Alas, an ill-constructed climax and run-of-the-mill frights make Insidious: The Red Door another horror sequel that’ll no doubt leave your brain as soon as the credits role. I guess you can say they should have taken this further!