Recently, my gal and I stumbled into the movie theaters for a showing of Annabelle Comes Home on a restless Friday night. It’s the third film in the Annabelle series and the sixth in the increasingly convoluted Conjuring universe. The very first film, The Conjuring, is destined to be a classic. The various spin-offs, however, including this most recent offering often pale in comparison to the original. They can veer from average to comically bad in a heartbeat outside a few compelling scenes and jump scares here and there. In short, Annabelle Comes Home was as fun as it was forgettable.
Horror can certainly be a genre that suffers from cheap thrills and tired formulas. Still, the dread, uncertainty and sort of deep, Jungian fear of the unknown that a good horror film elicits can also lead to a healthy amount of religious introspection. If one abides by a certain amount of faith and fear of God in their lives even the most clichéd supernatural thriller can lead to some reasonable theological food for thought. I actually seek out horror films and supernatural thrillers to reify some sense of faith as odd as that may sound to some.
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