Carrie is superfluous but fun. Brian De Palma’s film of Stephen King’s telekinesis chiller said and did it all 37 years ago: blood, prom night and Sissy Spacek duelling to the death with crazy religious mum Piper Laurie. Chloë Grace Moretz and Julianne Moore are good without erasing memories of predecessors. (Weirdly they each look like their opposite forebears. Moretz replicates Laurie’s pixie-featured Medusa gaze while Moore does the Spacek flayed-skull look.) More sensitivity of characterisation is offered in this version, directed by Kimberly Boys Don’t Cry Peirce. But sensitivity in a horror film, we know, is just the lamb being readied for the designer slaughter.