26th October, 2016.
I have something of a confession to make.
It’s a relatively simple confession to make.
A relatively simple confession to make … about movies.
It’s quite simply this.
I don’t, usually, watch sequels.
I’ve up grown, over the years, with the impression that they’re not a patch on the original film.
With one or two exceptions, I think.
The Empire Strikes Back and The Return of the Jedi were improvements on their predecessor.
Aliens — in going in an action direction — was a very different film from the original: and the better for it.
Star Wars: The Force Awakens … ?
A VAST improvement on The Phantom Menace trilogy: themselves a major argument that sequels aren’t necessarily a good thing.
A few months back, I managed to sit done with the James Wan directed, The Conjuring.
And came away thinking two things.
That The Conjuring was enjoyable.
And that The Conjuring was enjoyable enough to make me want to invest my time in its sequel: the imaginatively named The Conjuring 2.
OK, the name might be unimaginative.
The film itself … ?
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