The Devil Made Me Do It wasn't just a bad sequel—it was a betrayal. Wan's films breathed with patience, spatial awareness, and character. Chaves' version? A frantic, effects-driven courtroom-horror hybrid where the Warrens feel like guest stars in their own mythology. The iconic "clap" was replaced by CGI shadow monsters and a plot that made Annabelle Comes Home look like The Exorcist .
When James Wan handed the keys to The Conjuring franchise to Michael Chaves, fans braced for a new visionary. Instead, they got a journeyman who confuses volume with velocity, noise with nuance, and CGI contortions with genuine dread. michael chaves sucks
With three entries in the Conjuring universe and a résumé of recycled jump scares, director Michael Chaves has become a symbol of franchise horror at its most uninspired. The Devil Made Me Do It wasn't just
The Curse of Diminishing Returns: Why Michael Chaves Represents Horror's Laziest Era Instead, they got a journeyman who confuses volume