Kathleen McBrair

"The Conjuring" series has always skated a bit on the fringes, given the film industry's ever-present propensity to "ridiculize" good stories. The first two were captivating in the beginning, enough compensation for the chaotic, over-dramatized finales. Installment #3 is as creative as its title, a convoluted mess of cliches and freneticism that cannot replace good story-telling or character-building. Perhaps the franchise will die a natural death; or perhaps someone will recognize that it's time to pull the plug. The never-great series is now official excrement. The film industry is one of the few that regularly peddles awful merchandise, and no one ever asks for a refund. We shouldn't be merely requesting refunds: we should additionally request compensation for our time.

Terrible values, terrible hair, grating personalities and horrific clothes. How refreshing it would be to see anybody helping those who actually need it. You won't get that here. However, it is undeniable that the annoying, cloying sisters are very good at what they do. They do beautiful rehabs for the upper class and rich who are too lazy to do or think.