Insidious: Chapter 2

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Year:	2013
Country of origin:	USA
Director:	James Wan
Genre:	Possessionlynessnessness
Starring:	Patrick Wilson, Rose Byrne, Ty Simpkins, Lin Shaye, Barbara Hershey
Rating:	3/5
IMDB link:	http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2226417/
Tagline:	No tagline
Favourite line:	"Is there something wrong with Daddy, Mom?"

Oh yes, the inevitable sequel for the rather slapdash and inadvertently comical surprise hit of 2010.
It's not just Insidious 2. It's Insidious: Chapter 2 cos, you know, calling it a chapter makes it seem, well, all important, an' tha'.

The plot:
Picking up straight after part 1 left off, seems Josh has only gone and done a killing, offing the medium Elise who helped him and his wife Renai (I shit you not) get their son Dalton (still not kidding with the names, folks) back from The Further (!), a place beyond life, a kind of limbo where sadness and the occasional Darth Maul impersonators lurk.
When the police clear Josh of any involvement in the death, seems the Lambert's lives can get back to normal until, as quick as you can whisper Amityville2: The Possession, Josh goes all The Shining on our collective ani.
See, he brought something back from The Further.
Something terrible.
Something evil.
Something that.....oh, who cares?

Just two months after director Wan stormed it up the charts, particularly in America, with the scarcely frightening and in no way original The Conjuring, he's at it again, retreading the ground that he had already retrodden from Insidious with The Conjuring.
You still with me?
Insidious 1 was, in all but name, a by the numbers remake of Poltergeist. This time around, we get a smattering of The Shining style mad-Dad thrown in, then, yep, a remake of the remake of Poltergeist, though this time it's women in old-fashioned frocks providing the menace, rather than red-faced demons with cloven-hooves and knees that bend the wrong way.
To be fair, it is slightly less silly than the original (fnar fnar) Insidious, but then so was Confessions of a Window Cleaner, frankly and, what with Robin Askwith's bare arse on show in that film to terrorise the lady-folk, that was scarier, too.
Certainly didn't hate this, but starting to lose patience with the whole 'possession / spooky house' subgenre now, and just want it to go away for a while but, with each iteration seemingly making wad-loads of cash, the chances of that seems quite unlikely.
Shame.