The Curse of La Llorona

The performances are good, but I wanted more complexity for the original folk tale of La Llorona.

I was so bored, and so depressed by the mechanics of it.

A formulaic slab of supernatural dirge destined to be forgotten by year's, or perhaps even month's, end.

The creaking-doors-and-wind-gusting-through-windows routine becomes tiresome, though, as does Raymond Cruz's hilariously taciturn Hispanic exorcist.

In spite of the absurdity of the plot and the flimsiness of the concept, there are enough bloodcurdling moments here to make you cower, jump or hide beneath your seat at least once or twice.

The Curse of La Llorona could have been better than average.

It’s not nearly as horrible as The Nun, and honestly, that’s a good compliment for such a typical, cliche horror flick. Michael Chaves truly saves what could have been a disaster with another director.

The Curse of La Llorona replaces storytelling for incessant jump scares.

“La Llorona” gets off on the right foot and Cardellini does what she can. But it’s yet another Conjuring installment built on a promising idea but with execution that feels all too familiar.

The franchise continues, whether you want it to or not, because each entry is relatively inexpensive, and because they earn hundreds of millions at the box-office. Although you might need a flowchart to determine how they all fit together.