CST_ Warner Bros. presents a film directed by Michael Chaves and written by David Leslie Johnson-McGoldrick, Rated R (for terror, violence and some disturbing images). Running time: 111 minutes. Opens Friday at local theaters and on HBO Max. Do you need to see the first two “Conjuring” movies to fully grasp the demonic goings-on in “The Devil Made Me Do It”? Nah. It’s essentially a stand-alone film, though it doesn’t really stand so much as it wobbles and careens all over the place before exploding in an overwrought orgy of grotesque images, religious psychobabble and second-rate CGI nonsense. Set in 1981, “The Devil Made Me Do It” opens with a pre-title sequence that’s a pure homage, a.k.a. ripoff, of “The Exorcist.” Veteran paranormal sleuths Ed and Lorraine Warren (Patrick Wilson in period-piece sideburns and Vera Farmiga sporting the unfortunate hairdo and fashions of the time) are teaming up with an overmatched priest to perform an exorcism on young David Glatzel (Julian Hilliard), who thrashes about and foams at the mouth and contorts his body in hideous fashion while the demon inside him throws a massive temper tantrum, leading Ed to suffer a heart attack that nearly kills him.