Not so much a sequel as what you’d dream if you fell asleep watching the first Exorcist after taking too much Robitussin.

David Gordon Green leans back on his cracked leather recliner, under the amber light of an aged lampshade, and crosses yet another Beloved Horror Franchise’s name off his kill list.

I’m a Conjuring Cinematic Universe apologist but holy shit there is literally nothing to this movie.  Just a black hole where a halfway decent movie might’ve been.

This isn’t so much a movie as a genre horror screensaver.  It’s shot really well but forgets that the movies it’s aping also had compelling narrative beats within the first hour to, yknow, keep people interested.