Sequel conjures up solid scares but the power of the original compels it. Review by Brandon Wolfe True horror classics come along with criminal infrequency, but The Conjuring was a rare inductee into that exclusive club. The film, which chronicled one of several hauntings probed by real-life paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren (Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga), was an exquisitely unnerving exercise in sustained terror. Director James Wan, who cut his horror teeth with Saw and Insidious , crafted one of the most genuinely effective haunted-house thrillers ever made, a film that excelled at keeping the audience in a state of perpetual dread for two hours. I walked out of The Conjuring feeling knotted up in my muscles and tight in my jaw, exhausted from the experience of watching something that knew exactly how and when to turn the screws. And, unlike most horror films, The Conjuring came home with me, filling me with that sense of unease in darkened rooms that only the