Some movies go bump in the night. Others go thump, thud, Oh my God, it’s got me by the throat and I can’t breathe!
This weekend’s The Conjuring is that rare exception. What could have been another rote, by-the-numbers haunted house movie, works like a finely crafted piece of machinery that smoothes every frame for maximum fear potency. It is not necessarily the most original or clever of horror films, but it dos something that few ever accomplish: It gets under your skin, even if you have seen all the tricks before.