I Watched Annabelle.

And can I just say that it’s been ages since I last felt the need to somehow INSERT myself into the person watching next to me because in horror-watching logic, it’s what keeps you safe from that fucked-up doll that is so fucked-up, it doesn’t even have to move to make you want to shrink inside your blanket.

I mean, have you seen the thing?

I mean, I still have trouble looking at it.

Before you dig into the review, the short version is: Watch it. The demon-possessed-doll-thing-don’t-touch-it story is not the first in the genre, but it will certainly make you think twice before you buy a doll from a yard sale.

And now the long version.

The story of the Annabelle doll is said to be a true one, but you already knew that from The Conjuring. In this movie, it becomes the nightmare of a young married couple, and they try to fight the evil that infests it. I must say, the crew that worked on this movie have seriously done their homework when it comes to horror elements and subtle references to other masterpieces in the industry.

When you get to the stroller and the elevator, you’ll realize what I mean when I say that this movie contains some epic scenes that will be discussed for years to come. If you don’t only watch horrors for entertainment reasons, but you also study every one of them and approach them with a monocle and a whiteboard for discussion, this movie will be a treat for you.

The most entertaining thing for me was that someone in production seriously wanted us to think about Roman Polanski.

Why?

(minor spoilers ahead, proceed with caution)

In the beginning, the married couple listens to a news broadcast about the Manson Family, a contemporary event in this movie’s universe. Shortly after that, two sect members attack the female lead (who is pregnant), by stabbing her in the stomach, which is a Sharon Tate, Roman Polanski’s wife reference. Then, there’s the stroller, a heavy reminder of Rosemary’s baby’s stroller, look: