There’s an otherworldly magic about experiencing horror movies on the silver screen. The spine-chilling tension and stomach-lurching dread feel somehow more concentrated in that darkened auditorium, a shared experience amongst dozens of fellow fright fans white-knuckling their armrests, afraid to exhale. There’s no light switch to flick on, no curtain to hide behind, no option but to follow our heroes through misty woods and into cobwebbed basements. And, when those jump-scares finally arrive, the catharsis of clutching your popcorn while flying a few inches off your seat feels all the sweeter (or saltier) for catching someone beside you doing the same. The bigger the screen, the bigger the scream. The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It – the third core entry, and ...
