Final scares, or final sighs?
Ahh, where do I even start with this one?
I’ve been a horror fan since the mid-80s, when toddler-me snuck into the lounge and caught Nightmare on Elm Street flickering on TV. That feeling — the deep, skin-crawling shiver up your neck — was what hooked me. It’s never really been about the screaming; it’s about the anticipation, the creeping dread.
Then came the OG Scream. Instant classic. Same again with The Conjuring — that clap-clap scene? Still haunts me. Shivers. That first Conjuring smashed the box office so hard that we got a whole “Conjuring Universe.” Shame that most of the sequels slid from okay to… well, mostly mediocre.
Sorry to say, The Conjuring: Last Rites continues that trend.
What it promised in marketing, it never delivered.
This so-called “finale” felt 60–70% like a family drama, padded with cheesy looks over the shoulder and syrupy domestic moments. Honestly, you could play bingo: “Lorraine glances ominously” ✅ “Ed has stern Dad look" ✅. Call Bingo in the first five minutes.
Yea, there were flickers of tension here and there. But nothing new, nothing we haven’t seen before. As a finale, it went out with more of a sigh than a scream.
✅ A couple of tense moments
✅ Still better than The Conjuring 3
❌ Tonally confused — more drama than horror
❌ Predictable scare setups
❌ The “Universe” deserved a bigger send-off
The Conjuring: Last Rites was supposed to be the big goodbye. Instead, it’s a shrug of an ending. Better than part 3, but no where near the dread of the original.
My rewatch order now?
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