We deserve to be demonized. We demanded this sequel — or so Paramount's marketers would have us believe. I can't blame them, since they used the same pitch for Oren Peli's $11,000-budgeted haunted-house original, which grossed $100 million.
In this sequel, director Tod Williams trains six stationary home-security cameras on a different house from the one we saw last time, so what are Katie Featherston and the doomed Micah Sloat doing here? Ah, this abode belongs to Katie's sister, and the new movie's all about retroactively expanding the earlier picture's plot.
Which is clever, sure, and adding a baby and a dog certainly pushes child and pet lovers' fear buttons. But there are less transparent editorial tricks. And, sad to say, a simple internet search conducted by a fed-up character — as always — is all it takes to explain the bumps in the night. The horror . . . the horror . . .