Old-fashioned Hollywood weepie with a devastating ending, but it tugs on the heart strings so very well. Jane Seymour has never been more exquisite. Christopher Reeve utilizes his gentle, boyish charisma to maximum effect. But of course, the main draw here is the legendary John Barry's (RIP) unforgettable score. The swells and cadences of the main theme are equal parts pure love and pure melancholy - a perfect aural representation of Richard's state-of-mind throughout the film.
Although it admirably tries to retain the spirit and tone of The Conjuring, Annabelle is in many respects a lesser film than its predecessor. A sense of Rosemary's Baby-esque parental dread does effectively permeate the film, but the scares themselves are mostly ineffectual save for the first and last ones. Still, it is centered by a lovely performance by Annabelle Wallis - hope this leads to bigger and better things for her.
Eagerly waiting for the Warrens to return to the big screen in The Conjuring sequel.