The Conjuring: Last Rites (2025)

What makes The Conjuring: Last Rites feel special isn’t just the fear factor—it’s the sense of farewell, a final chapter that treats its characters like people rather than props for jump scares. Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson once again ground the supernatural with lived-in warmth and conviction, giving the film an emotional pulse that turns every creak in the dark into something personal. The direction and cinematography refresh the franchise’s look with memorable, shadow-soaked imagery that lingers, balancing dread with a surprisingly tender, even uplifting undercurrent about family and resilience. If you’re only here for relentless shocks, the sentimental streak may not be your taste, but if you want horror with craft, heart, and a satisfying sense of closure, this is the one to show up for.

The Conjuring: Last Rites clearly wants to be a grand, emotional farewell for Ed and Lorraine Warren, mixing one final haunting with a heavier dose of personal stakes. The problem is it plays like a greatest-hits reel of familiar Conjuring beats—lots of jump scares, not much lingering dread—and the writing rarely surprises you. The tone wobbles between spooky investigation and family-drama detours, so the central case loses momentum right when it should be tightening the screws. If you’re here for the slow-burn menace and sharp storytelling of the earlier films, you may leave feeling shortchanged, but if you just want a serviceable, spooky night with a few effective jolts and the Warrens back on screen, it’ll do the job.