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“The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It” is the third mainline entry in the Conjuring series, released on June 4, 2021, and directed by Michael Chaves instead of James Wan, who helmed the first two. It’s set in 1981 and follows paranormal investigators Ed (Patrick Wilson) and Lorraine Warren (Vera Farmiga) as they tackle the real-life case of Arne Cheyenne Johnson, who claimed demonic possession as a defense for murdering his landlord—the first time such a plea was used in a U.S. court. The film kicks off with a bang: an intense exorcism of young David Glatzel (Julian Hilliard), where Arne (Ruairi O’Connor) takes the demon into himself to save the kid, and Ed suffers a heart attack. From there, it pivots into a supernatural detective story as the Warrens hunt for evidence to prove Arne’s possession, uncovering a satanic curse tied to a mysterious occultist.

Here’s my take: the movie starts strong with a visceral, chaotic opening that’ll have you gripping your seat—think contorted bodies, shadowy dread, and that classic Conjuring polish. Wilson and Farmiga remain the heart of the franchise, their chemistry and gravitas carrying even the weaker moments. The shift from haunted-house horror to a broader investigative thriller is ambitious, and I respect the attempt to break the mold. There’s a creepy waterbed scene and some solid jump scares that hit the mark, plus a slick ’80s vibe with a touch of humor that keeps it from feeling too dour.

But it falters after that killer intro. The pacing drags as it juggles Arne’s jail time, the Warrens’ clue-chasing, and a secondary murder subplot that muddies the focus. The scares become predictable—too many “something’s behind you” fakeouts—and the tension from the first two films evaporates in a plot that feels overstuffed yet thin. Without Wan’s masterful buildup, it lacks the suffocating dread that made the originals stand out. The occultist villain is underwhelming, revealed too early and lacking menace, turning the climax into a rushed catacomb showdown that’s more action than horror. It’s not a total bust—Wilson swinging a hammer like a badass and Farmiga’s psychic visions add some flair—but it’s the weakest of the trilogy, leaning too hard on the Warrens’ charm to mask a story that doesn’t fully cook.

Compared to “The Smurfs” (2025), which isn’t out yet, this is a different beast: a grounded (ish) horror flick versus a whimsical animated musical. “The Conjuring 3” tries to evolve its franchise but stumbles, while “The Smurfs” seems poised to lean into its lighthearted roots. If you liked the first two Conjuring films for their slow-burn terror, this one might disappoint; it’s more procedural than petrifying. Still, it’s watchable—stream it on Max if you’re a fan, but don’t expect the same chills. What’s your take on it? Seen it yet?