Director John R. Leonetti steers “Annabelle” in the same vein of old-school haunted house/supernatural scares that worked for “The Conjuring.”
Where James Wan's The Conjuring evoked its early-'70s period setting with a fetishistic attention to fabrics and audio-visual gadgetry, Leonetti's prequel—set a year earlier—uses the era to half-heartedly recreate the California of Joan Didion's The White Album.
The year is 1970, and John and Mia Gordon--actors Ward Horton and Annabelle Wallis, respectively, resemble theme-park approximations of The Conjuring's Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga--are good Catholic suburbanites expecting their first child.
Take Rosemary’s Baby , cram in a nod to Helter Skelter , augment with the whole “haunted object” trope, and you’ve got Annabelle , the prequel/sequel to last year’s horror megahit The Conjuring .
Last year’s “The Conjuring,” a pretty good horror movie that managed to be genuinely frightening, inspired not only a sequel, due out next year, but this prequel, featuring the sinister doll Annabelle, whose ugly mug could give Chucky’s a run for its money.
It doesn't help that the doll, conceptualized as it was in "The Conjuring," starts off looking like Chucky's demented cousin painted up like a demonic tart before it's even been made a vessel of the devil (the 'real' Annabelle locked in a case in the Warrens' occult museum is a Raggedy Ann).