Horror film milks scares out of creepy doll
ACHILD’S crayon rolls across a floor. Curtains fly back from a window you thought was closed. TV-distracted seamstress looks at her sewing machine less and less as the camera zooms closer and closer to that naked needle whirring at her fingertips. And the most alarming looking child’s doll this side of Chucky stares, with dead eyes, out of the corner of the frame as a puzzled, haunted young mother steps through a door in the background. Sometimes, the best effects are the cheapest. Annabelle is another tale of a doll possessed, a horror movie of such hoary conventions that we meet the “knowing priest” (Tony Amendola) in the first scene and we’re introduced to the helpful, occult-curious bookstore owner (Alfre Woodard) before the first act is through. There’s nothing surprising about this tale, including its connection to the modern ghost stories told in The Amityville Horror and The Conjuring. But what it lacks in originality it makes up with in hair-raising execution. You will scream like a teenage girl. Mia (Annabelle Wallis) and John (Ward Horton) may be the blandest by a ghost.” “Aisle four!” Wallis (TV’s The Tudors), thanks to good luck, or bad, shares the name of the title character, which isn’t really the doll but the evil cultist who inhabits it. But Wallis gives a performance so flat, low-heat and soft-voiced that you wonder what the director was telling her. Surely the sound crew was shouting, “She needs to speak up!” If the meek are going to inherit the Earth, Wallis and Mia will surely be landed gentry. Her underplaying almost works as a counterpoint to the rising terror of cinematographer-turned-director John R. Leonetti’s vintage effects — baby carriages that roll on their own, noises in the attic, dudes dressed like Satan. We’re lulled to sleep by the acting, jolted when something we’ve seen a million times happens. Annabelle delivers nothing new, except a mild surprise in the closing credits, which sharp-eyed Conjuring fans will have already picked up on. The performances don’t ensure empathy, though the young-mom nature of the heroine does. But like Insidious and The Conjuring, the only goal here is to raise the hairs on the back of your neck. And Annabelle does, more than once, before that dolly is done.
Like cats, haunted life-size dolls will seek out beams of sunlight.