Pant-Soiling Scenes #25: The Conjuring 2

While a maniac with a blade scares me not, I’m still - in my late 30s – easily creeped out by the supernatural. A creaky floorboard here, a door that opens itself there… Goosebump central.

So when I went to see The Conjuring 2 last night with my buddy Kevin, my expectations of a watered-down sequel were kicked in the balls by some really quite frightening scenes.

The 70s London setting was relative, a memory of childhood growing up around similar patterns, colours, attitudes, dreary weather, school uniforms, crap appliances, and everybody in the country with the slightest interest in the spooky knows the Enfield Poltergeist story (see also Ghostwatch).

The nun was horrible, but the old man spectre was far eerier, as he purred “this is my house,” or appeared in TV set reflections in the middle of the day.

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Why though, didn’t they just burn that skanky ass chair? The freakin’ bloke died in it!!!

One comment

  • Why not burn the chair?….good point.

    Anywho, I love that tv room scene. It kinda reminds me of my fears being left alone in my house as a child just knowing some spook’s gonna be there.

    Additional Personal pant-soiling scene: Edward’s really close face-to-face with the Crooked Man.

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