Gorehounds will gnash their teeth in disappointment at “The Conjuring,” a trim, effective haunted-house spook show from James Wan, director of the original “Saw.” Where are the flying entrails? The freshets of blood? The dismemberment of any body part that has the temerity to stick out?
Sorry, boys, that’s partly the point. “The Conjuring” represents a big-studio response to the “Paranormal Activity” series, found-footage horror movies that cost a dime to make and whose strength comes from showing less — and making you wait for it — rather than more. The new film is also a throwback to ’70s real estate shriekers like “The Amityville Horror,” to the point of being based on another “actual case” by Ed and Lorraine Warren, the paranormal investigators who brought fame to that fly-ridden house on Long Island.