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[Editorial] The Crucial Ingredient That Makes the ‘Conjuring’ Movies So Refreshing
Over the past five years, James Wan and the folks at New Line Cinema have built The Conjuring into a far more consistently entertaining horror series than most of us would have predicted after seeing the original film for the first time. This success can be chalked up to a number of factors, including the patience the franchise’s storytellers have had in slowly building up a cinematic universe rather than launching headfirst into it (unlike some studios who shall remain nameless). But there’s another reason the Conjuring movies have been so refreshing thus far, particularly the main Warren films. Despite being R-rated and utterly terrifying, this is a surprisingly earnest, wholesome, character-driven series of movies about good people who love each other and who are generally rewarded, not punished, for their compassion, respect, and open-mindedness.
This was established right away in the first film, which introduces us to the instantly likable paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren. Wan’s previous movie was Insidious, another story about a family who seeks professional help after experiencing supernatural occurrences. But in the original Insidious, the characters of Elise, Specs and Tucker mainly just function as plot devices and comic relief. These are roles they fill well, but they aren’t exactly fully realized characters we sympathize with and care for, although Elise would later get a more involved backstory. The Conjuring, on the other hand, spends a lot of time developing Ed and Lorraine before they even meet the Perron family and start working on the case.
We see that the Warrens have a healthy relationship and a daughter whom they love but spend too much time away from, and it’s immediately apparent that Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga have undeniable chemistry.
The Warrens, it becomes clear, are not one-dimensional ghost hunters who will simply guide the audience from one case to another throughout the series. Instead, The Conjuring is fundamentally about them and their love story. These are two people who respect one another deeply, and the central conflict has to do with Ed’s desire to protect Lorraine, fearful for her safety after a recent case left her shattered; we will later find out that she saw the most horrible thing she could imagine: the death of the most important person in her life, her husband. Yet as much as Ed objects to Lorraine helping save Carolyn Perron, when she insists they do so together as always, he doesn’t put his foot down. He has faith that Lorraine can handle herself, and Lorraine, in turn, has faith that Ed can perform the exorcism despite not being authorized. “You can do this,” she assures him.
Rather than one Warren needing to do it all on their own, the two realize that it’s only together that they’ll be able to vanquish the spirit infesting this family’s home, and indeed, it’s ultimately the combination of Ed’s performance of the exorcism and Lorraine’s insight that save the day. With both having believed in the other, the ending is as satisfying a victory for the Warrens as it is for the Perrons. “You did good,” Ed tells Lorraine. “No,” she replies. “You did.”
Even putting aside The Conjuring’s scares, the Warrens’ arc alone is enough to make it a great movie.
The themes of love and respect don’t just have to do with the Warrens, though. It’s also present with the Perron plot, as exemplified in a scene in which Carolyn tells Lorraine about a day her family had at the beach. In the third act, Ed goes through the exorcism process, but it’s not enough. Carolyn needs to fight from the inside, and it’s by recalling this wonderful, but fairly average, day with her family that she’s able to fend away the spirit that would do her children harm. It’s notable that the memory she calls upon isn’t any super iconic moment in her life but rather something a bit more mundane, because sometimes, it’s these smaller memories with loved ones that resonate far more than the ones of greater significance. In an unusually emotional ending for a horror film, the Perrons embrace in the sunlight as the triumphant music reaches a crescendo.
Oftentimes in a horror movie, moments of pure bliss such as these are followed by a last-minute twist. The characters thought they were safe, and it’s at this precise moment that the movie gods twist the proverbial knife. But not here. The Warrens and the Perrons legitimately earn their happy ending, and it’s at this point that we realize we just watched an R-rated horror blockbuster in which not a single person died or was even really injured, yet it never felt sterilized and was, in fact, more frightening than it would sound on paper because we were truly invested in the relationships between everyone involved.
The happy ending can be credited in part to the real-life story concluding with no fatalities, but since Wan already took a number of serious creative liberties, he had every opportunity to alter the narrative so as to wrap up on a more sinister note like Insidious. He does no such thing, letting the characters get off scot-free. In a weird way, the utterly cheerful finale is kind of daring, and this speaks to the success of the franchise as a whole. Wan even consciously steers clear of the “one last scare” cliche by slowly focusing in on the music box as we tense up waiting for something that never comes like a horror anti-joke. Granted, the fact that the box spins at all suggests there’s still evil out there, but whatever evil there is does not show itself, and because it’s contained in the Warrens’ artifact room, this isn’t exactly a downer.
In The Conjuring 2, the Warrens’ relationship is expanded upon much further, and we see some of their adorably pure lifestyle; Ed stops himself from saying the word “asshole” in private, and he’s so in love with his wife that he can’t stand it when they have to sleep in separate beds. We also see more of their daughter, Judy, who gives them each a kiss when she comes down to eat breakfast in the morning. None of this feels saccharine; it’s legitimately endearing, and we just find it pleasant to be around these people.
Although it was Ed wanting to keep Lorraine out of danger in the first film, this time, the tables are turned. Lorraine, it is now revealed, has been seeing visions of Ed’s death. But the sequel makes clear that Ed and Lorraine are driven almost to an unhealthy degree by helping families who need them. They’re like the superheroes of the horror genre. As Ed tells Lorraine in one scene, “There has never been a family that we’ve refused to help.” Loraine is reluctant to get involved in this case, though, being so afraid to lose Ed just as Ed was so afraid to lose her before.
When they ultimately go to assist the Hodgson family in Enfield, Lorraine becomes close with Janet Hodgson, and she talks with her about the importance of finding people in this world who you can place your complete and total trust in. “One person can change everything, and you just have to open up to them,” Lorraine says. Janet asks, “How did you know you could trust the people you opened up to?” Lorraine answers, “I didn’t, and sometimes I got hurt.” This becomes the central theme of the movie, as Janet is being targeted by the demon, Valak, but nobody knows whether to believe her, and Janet can’t be sure who she can open up to about it. Already a bit of an outcast, she is alone and afraid, and the Warrens naturally relate. We learn that both Ed and Lorraine had nobody to believe them for an interminable amount of time, only to eventually find each other, which Lorraine believes was God’s plan.
When it comes to this case, the Warrens could easily take the cynical approach and conclude that this little girl is making the whole thing up; there’s plenty of reason to think that, especially since, as the film establishes, the Warrens investigate a lot of cases that don’t lead to anything. But they could also take a leap of faith and trust in the decency of others, a choice these two select at every opportunity. That faith is tested when video seems to prove that Janet was making the whole thing up. The Warrens start to head home, only to begin second-guessing their worst assumptions about Janet. They’re inherently positive people, after all, who are always willing to believe when no one else will. Thanks to this optimism (and Ed dropping his luggage in a very convenient way), the Warrens return to the Hodgson house and are able to cast out the very real Valak.
Once again, it’s Ed and Lorraine’s combined efforts — Ed saves Janet, while Lorraine saves both Ed and Janet — that allow them to succeed, and Lorraine truly did see her vision of Ed’s death so that she could prevent it. After leading us to believe the film might end on a needlessly upsetting note with Ed dying, Wan swerves in the other direction. The Warrens were truly supposed to be together, and it’s their compassion for Janet that allows them to save the day. “Didn’t I tell you it was meant to be,” Ed tells Lorraine. As the two embrace, it’s at this point that it becomes clear just how fine a job Wan has done making us care about this relationship and how much the Warrens’ development over the course of two films has paid off.
The second film also reinforces that the whole series, at least thus far, is about our bonds with others and how these bonds, as well as the willingness of good people to stand up in the face of ever-present evil, will be our salvation in this terrifying world. Had Wan only been concerned with scaring us, after all, he wouldn’t pepper the movie with scenes like the one in which Ed sings “Can’t Help Falling in Love” to the Hodgsons, both a sweet moment of the family coming together during a difficult time and a personal message from Ed to his wife. Just vaguely gesturing towards having nice characters and positive messages in the movie obviously wouldn’t be enough, but Wan puts in the time and the effort. Few other directors would devote over two full minutes of their mainstream horror film to a scene where a character sings a love song, but that’s what happens when you allow yourself to be as earnest as Wan, knowing full well that annoying teenagers in the theater will probably laugh at the film’s unabashed sincerity or grow impatient because nothing scary has happened in a while.
The beautiful final moments call back to this scene by having Lorraine finally getting the record of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” playing. By this point, the evil has been defeated, and everything appears to be completely fine. Like in the first movie, it couldn’t be a happier ending, so once again, we expect a last-minute twist where the characters get screwed over in some way. Clearly, you aren’t allowed to be this joyful in a horror film without being punished for it. At the very least, we expect some tease that evil will return in the third film. But that doesn’t happen. Ed and Lorraine dance to this love song as the film fades to black, cuts to credits, and that’s it.
For once, a horror movie ends in a way that might actually make you cry rather than make you scream.
One might assume that without Ed and Lorraine, and without James Wan in the director’s chair, the Annabelle spinoff films would carry an entirely different tone, and that’s partially true in that these are the only movies in the series in which main characters actually die. But the idea of following well fleshed out, decent people and their relationships with one another continues with the first Annabelle. In this prequel, John and Mia are good-hearted souls who are struggling to adapt to a changing, increasingly dark world around them, as Manson Family type murders play out in the backdrop of the 1967-set story. In one early scene, John leaves the door of the house unlocked, and Mia tells him, “You have to start locking it. It’s a different world now.”
Later in the film, Mia is brutally stabbed during a break-in, and afterward, she again has to remind John to lock the door. That different world she was talking about has reared its ugly head, and it’s understandable why the couple would find it difficult to trust anyone other than each other ever again after nearly losing their unborn child. They’re not the only ones who feel that way, either. In their new apartment building, Mia strikes up a conversation with two children who live nearby, but they push her away, as they’re not allowed to talk to strangers.
But it’s actually a stranger, Evelyn, who saves John and Mia by sacrificing herself at the end in Mia’s place. We find out that Evelyn lost her daughter in a car accident years earlier, and she echoes Lorraine’s statement in the first movie about God having a purpose for her; that purpose turns out to be saving this young couple. Even though someone has to die, Annabelle’s ending is ultimately another happy one. John, Mia and their baby are safe, and Evelyn has fulfilled her destiny and has been reunited with her daughter. The movie suggests that when the world seems to have gone crazy, the answer is not to shield ourselves from our neighbors but open up to them and offer our love, a similar sentiment as was expressed in The Conjuring 2.
The sequel, Annabelle: Creation, is a bit of a departure tone wise. It does focus on the love between two friends, young orphans who promise never to leave one another. But it ends on a real bummer, with the main character, Janice, staying possessed, only to grow up, kill her adoptive parents, and commit suicide. This ending is a miss for the franchise, not because it’s dark but just because it is not earned and seems like an unnecessary last-minute attempt to tie an otherwise completely standalone movie into its predecessor.
But Creation is overall another solid entry into the series because, like the first three Conjuring universe films, it puts in the time to develop sympathetic characters and make the audience invest in their relationships with one another. In this case, the friendship between Janice and Linda is just as strong as the romance between Mia and John in the first Annabelle, which is why it’s so heartbreaking to see it end the way it does. With The Nun and onward, this character-first approach will hopefully continue, and it’s certainly fine for the spinoffs to do their own thing with the tone and the ending as long as the main movies with the Warrens remain infectiously optimistic.
Horror films are often populated either by awful people whose terrible behavior is punished or virtuous people who either die or make it out alive only by losing everything they care about, with the film concluding on the bleak note that more terror may await them. Even when everyone makes it out okay, as is not uncommon in haunted house movies based on true stories, it’s unlikely that we feel much joy throughout the film leading up to that point. The Conjuring movies offer something else entirely. Although Annabelle: Creation went off the beaten path with its final five minutes, for the most part, this has been a series full of people who are fated to be together, one that espouses ideas about acceptance, faith, destiny, and love, and one that manages to consistently give us nightmares while also allowing us to leave with positive feelings about the world around us. These days, that’s quite a gift.
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Neon-Soaked Cult Classic ‘Vamp’ Starring Grace Jones Still Has Bite 40 Years Later
College kids, strippers and vampires—those were Donald P. Borchers’ only requirements when he approached Richard Wenk about writing and directing a movie for New World Pictures. As requested, Wenk cooked up Vamp (1986), a tailor-made blend of the decade’s teen movie craze as well as its horror boom.
Grim and earnest stories were still very much a part of the ’80s horror landscape, yet Vamp is something of a comedy. One difference between it and, say, Saturday the 14th, though, is the former avoids using schtick. Wenk’s movie proves that horror comedies also don’t have to subtract thrills from their recipes. Of course, it takes a minute before reaching that point; college antics and culture shocks preface this one macabre misadventure.
Vamp‘s initial setup is apt for a typical college-set, sex-driven comedy; to bribe their way into a fraternity house, two pledges (Chris Makepeace, Robert Rusler) go looking for some adult entertainment. Without wasting time on any further exposition, the characters embark on an all-in-one-night trip that quickly detours into terror.
To procure their elusive MacGuffin—a stripper willing to gyrate for some frat boys—Keith (Makepeace) and AJ (Rusler), plus a third wheel named Duncan (Gedee Watanabe), trade the safety of their remote college campus for the seediness of some unnamed city. The setting is recognizably L.A. by day, but as soon as night falls, downtown, along with the characters, slips into a kind of surreal universe. Director of photography Elliot Davis gave this early entry on his prolific résumé an unusual yet distinctive look; that Mario Bava-esque, magenta-green lighting is omnipresent, so much so that it’s almost its own character.

Chris Makepeace and Robert Rusler in Vamp
The faint comparisons to Martin Scorsese’s After Hours are merited, although not just because of Vamp’s distinguishing nighttime aesthetic. Save for the primary characters, the supporting roles in Wenk’s movie are also quite colorful and transactional in their behavior. The difference here, though, is the additional urge to ruin Keith and his friends at every turn. Some of that harm is humorous and tolerable enough, whereas the moment Vamp dishes out its first fatality, it’s abundantly clear how this movie qualifies as horror.
Vamp falls into that category of horror movie that reveals its genre with a scream rather than a series of whispers. The opening scene can function as a hint of what lies ahead—things are not at all what they appear to be—but otherwise, Wenk is more than happy to hold off on the horror. When that time does come, though, it catches the viewer off guard. In addition to the pure shock value is that sudden decision to upend the movie’s foremost feature. Or so it would seem.
If afraid of major spoilage, those new to Vamp would be wise to stop reading here. There’s just no skirting around the fact that the central fellowship in this buddy movie hits a serious snag when AJ is killed. That development causes the story to become more of a “long, bad night” journey for Keith and his romantic interest. So while Wenk scores points for subverting expectations, there is also a touch of sadness in his decision. Because if Vamp does anything well, it’s making the characters likable.
Something that comes easily to Vamp—and other teen horror movies from this same era—is its ability to invent young characters worth caring about, or at the very least, are interesting and not so immediately off-putting. More impressive is how Wenk did all this without actually fleshing out those characters. Still and all, Keith and his kind are a grade above cookie-cutter, and in some cases, aren’t completely devoid of growth.

Grace Jones in Vamp
Vamp appeals with an assorted cast of characters. No two are the same, nor are they operating on the same wavelength. The cinematically extroverted AJ, whose actor conveyed charm and vulnerability in near equal amounts, comes alive when he’s at his most undead. Makepeace then makes the chronically cautious Keith a sympathetic fellow, even as he’s more and more affected by the night’s bizarre events. Meanwhile, Duncan is indeed the designated loser of the whole bunch, but Watanabe still manages to humanize him. As a bonus, the role didn’t require him to pull a Long Duk Dong.
As for Dedee Pfeiffer, she is plain adorable as the mysterious After Dark server nicknamed “Amaretto”. She spends all night fixing her dress strap while at the same time trying to get Keith to remember how he knows her. As their offbeat romance grows, it becomes another highlight of this movie. Whether or not Pfeiffer’s character is really a vampire also creates some welcome tension in the story.
Like a lot of its contemporaries, Vamp went on to become a bit of a cult classic. That current status is determined by several factors, but without a doubt, the casting of Grace Jones is the most considerable. The image of her writhing on that unique-looking chair, a Keith Haring original, springs to mind whenever this movie is brought up.

Chris Makepeace, Billy Drago and Paunita Nichols in Vamp
Prior to that first display of unequivocal horror, local vampire queen Katrina (Jones) took to the stage and delivered a strip show like no other. One would expect nothing less from that renowned model and performance artist. By now reports of Jones’ tardiness on set are no secret, yet it’s also hard to deny her commitment to the part of Katrina. It was, in fact, Jones who took charge of her character’s appearance—on top of Haring painting her body and that now-iconic chair, she had Andy Warhol handle her costuming. And not too many actors could seize a room’s attention without saying a single line of dialogue.
In 2022, Vamp received a retrospective novelization from Encyclopocalypse. This literary union of preexisting source material—Wenk’s original screenplay—and new ideas from author Christian Francis amounts to a more comprehensive visit to the After Dark Club. The basic story there is no different than what’s shown on screen; however, Francis gets creative with the characters’ origins and designs, and he enhances a number of key scenes.
The novelization expands on the urban and social decay of the main setting, and supplies a background for the After Dark Club. Sandy Baron’s character, Katrina’s emcee and familiar, is given ample motivation for sticking around; up until the fiery end, he is loyal to his friend and former business partner “Squeak”, who looks like he was “fed through a combine harvester, and left as nothing more than a heap of mangled remains”. Then there is Billy Drago’s character Snow, the leader of a street gang called The Dragons. His reason for menacing Keith and AJ is more altruistic than in the movie; he and his peers act tough to scare off any potential food for the vampires.

Lisa Lyon in Vamp
If not for all the backstories, Francis’ Vamp would be a hell of a lot shorter. Instead, this tie-in read dives into how AJ met Keith—the orphaned Anthony Joseph hailed from a broken home back in Brooklyn—and how their friendship flourished over the years. Keith’s archership is no longer just an assumed part of his entire being; it’s a confidence-building extracurricular for a boy who got picked on before coming into the protection of the new kid in town. These supplemental, in-depth looks at the protagonists, plus their close connection, are maybe unnecessary. The movie already did a fair and concise job of addressing their platonic intimacy without the need for flashbacks and insights, specifically in that scene where AJ lays it all out as he sacrifices himself.
Where the novelization gets off course is its approach to the minor characters. Intermittently backstorying the likes of Katrina’s indentured servants, Seko (Leila Hee Olsen) and Vlad (Brad Logan), ends up disturbing the flow of the writing. Was it absolutely essential that readers know Vlad was the Grand Duke of the House of Romanov, or how Snow’s accomplice Maven (Paunita Nichols) became so dentally challenged? No, not really. However, one’s mileage with these random biographies may vary.
The novelization is a more substantial experience, but for a movie like Vamp, less is more. And as plentiful as they are, it never simply coasts on its campy charms, either. The character work sits comfortably in that realm between cursory and meticulous, the script is sharper than first realized, and Greg Cannom’s vampire makeup is straightforward yet effective. Most of all, the movie didn’t squander its out-of-the-box concept. Richard Wenk made his vision of a “comic nightmare in which just about anything that can go wrong does” come true, and it is very enjoyable.





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