The Conjuring will SCARE you. True Story.

Russovoir is not good with statistics but sixty percent of the time he was watching The Conjuring, he has had his hands on his eyes, ten percent of which is one hand plugging the left ear (the right ear doesn't function, long story) because he already felt his balls are steel hard to take what menace is about to jump out always after the dead silence. But foolishly he could not (go on, call me names), traces of such, he fears, will be staring back at him in a mirror; so he tips his head a little. Where's that fucking hat? Much better.

One would think what a waste of money, sixty-percently. Russovoir says, he begs to differ, it was worth every penny. Doesn't it if it's comedy, and a good comedy in argument, you'd like, and actually prefer, to laugh until tears come out? Doesn't it as well you prefer to be thrilled to a thriller, baffled to a mystery, smitten to a romance, and sleepless to a horror flick (but that's always relative).

"Mom, where are we going?"

Not exactly sleepless because let's face it, it happened long, long time ago; and while that's not a strong reason not to be scared, the film is actually a true story. Now that, ladies and gentleman, by itself, a true-to-life story of the Perron family, creates teeth to the film that bites and sucks the life out of you in your seat.

Cinematic style reminiscent of Insidious (2010), eased with levity, to allow one's mind a respite from all the suspense that is yet to split the ends of hairs defenselessly standing, as your eyes take in a familiar horror but it's never the same so that's good, The Conjuring, although while it didn't abdicate Insidious (2010) - it's still the scariest! - it shook us; our very own exorcism in the movie house.