A flutter and deranged and nod to conjuring mediums worthy of The Divine Comedy

Rating: 7/10 (24 June 2018)

The protagonist of this movie is of a wiry pulse. The personality of this movie is distraught and cluttered with coping mechanisms. The plot is sound and presents inaccuracies that manifest as discovery of the king paimon of hell. The life size statue of Jesus wearing a crown is not one of thorns in this particular telekinetic, conjuring induced, ritual of the commencement of the order this king of hell. This triggers disconnect through inaccuracy as Jesus wears a crown of finished wood. The reality of the ritual is suggestive towards puppetry (as the statue of Jesus is a wooden puppet) through resurrection in the themes presented by the support group and the outcries of the struggling motherly spiritual medium. Down the rabbit hole a disconnected theme presents itself from individual and shared reality and their conflict with public and private behavioral approaches to normalcy in the foreshadowing of the mischievous qualities of the twisting primogeniture which redirects focus from the vengeance (unjustified as accidental with no malicious intent) of the daughter. This foreshadows the omen and establishes the mother as the responsible medium for the initiation of the conjuring of her deceased daughter. Though pressed in psychological intrigue, the kingly betrayal of Jesus and the deathly dimensions unlocked present conflict with the blissful and benevolent. The living disturbance is justified, the throne of hell is established in revealed ritual, and the shattering themes toward disorganized, unnerving circumstances in the genre are regressive, from a princely fault to a stable, sovereign posture. The struggle with acceptance, as in pregnancy story the mother shares and the father in his denial of the spiritual happenings and bold spousal diagnosis is of conflict with the ambiguity of safety and hair raising self and property destruction which unravels the audience to fright consistent with the genre. There are plays on centrism, scale, and wholesomeness which startle interest, and tangential cues of design (in particular architecture) which portray this loss and summoning in misled parenting masking as relief from separation anxiety. The theme is divine betrayal, the exactness of the response to this rooting is of belief and attributes only what a moviegoer expects from a fright and gateway to the dimension of the unchecked immaterial.