Ed Warren (Patrick Wilson) and Lorraine Warren (Vera Farmiga) are back again to combat evil while continuing to be, in my opinion, the cutest couple in horror movie history. This third installment of The Conjuring series was released June 4 and called for the Warren’s supernatural services in a murder case to prove that, well, the Devil made him do it. Viewers are roped in, more or less scared, and after reading the “based on a true story”, everyone in the theater was reconsidering how they chose to spend their Saturday night. 

After the Glatzel family moves into their new (haunted) house, youngest child David Glatzel (Jullian Hilliard) becomes possessed. A typical initial meeting with the Devil when it comes to horror movies. Arne Johnson (Ruairi O’Connor), boyfriend of David’s older sister, proves the most effective way to appeal to the future in-laws by asking the Devil to leave poor David alone and take him instead. This appeared to be a fair deal to the Devil after Arne stabs his landlord to death amidst one of his demonic episodes. 

If there’s anything I know about the film industry, it’s that horror movies suck. The Netflix “horror” section is a sea of poor acting and lame clowns. That’s why “The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It” took my low expectations and blew me away. The plot was complex but easy to understand. The jump scares were predictable but somehow my friend was still reaching to grab my hand after each one. As someone who doesn’t get too fazed by the paranormal, I would still surely say the whited-out eyes and morgue zombies hit the mark. 

Something that sets “The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It” apart from your typical horror movie is the riveting plot. I’m confident that someone who doesn’t take preference to this genre would still be delighted with their experience at the theater. It is also easy to relate to characters like Arne, who appears to be a selfless guy who’s misfortune has landed him a deal with the Devil. 

The movie as a whole deals with good versus evil. Both the characters and viewers have to trust that the love is stronger than the hate as the plot unfolds. My applause goes to the director, Michael Chaves for avoiding the cheesy dramatics and instead intertwining love into a horror movie that I had expected to be unimpressive. 

It’s impossible to not appreciate a well made horror movie with a happy ending. Your heart rate finally gets a break, and you are thankful. This sequel is outstanding among the other movies in its series but especially just horror movies in general. After the movie my friend walked into the light with a greasy complexion and an embarrassed smile saying, “I have butter all over my face from covering my eyes”.