First off, who'd BUY this house? I am speaking, of course, of the house of the movie legends, not the house in reality because we all already know it was a lie.
You know, in these movies, I don't understand why the family doesn't just get the Rocky Raccoon outta there? Come on! Would you stay if you KNEW it was messed up like that? In Poltergeist, okay, that was believable. By the time they realized something was bad weird (in comparison to kewl weird), CarolAnne was already missing and "somewhere in the house." But I don't get any of these idiots who write that the family STAYS. I mean...I'd move, and that's a fact. At any rate...
After being sold out with the first installment of this run, the public still lightly embraced this sequel to the original lie. Unfortunately, it is the same dreck as was the original. The quality is near identical, and the story is a textbook regurgitation of it.
The innovations added to this installment include an incestuous brother/sister act, water turned to blood, fly infested feces-laden sewerage beneath the house, and a psychotic son, and that's all in the first act! So it's the equivalent of recooked vomit.
That should be enough for anyone.
In the second act, you're treated to some really crappy CGI (?) handwriting on the wall, more of Burt Young walking around with a shotgun, and that's when the abuse from their previous existence resumes. dum-dum-duuuummmmb!
Eventually, you are tossed a rather careless rendition of the DeFeo murders in unloving detail. With dreck mixed into the drama. The priest, when he's explaining what's up with the older kid to the Police shrink, sounds like he's doing a horrendous William Shatner impression..."There's some....THING!... inside him! Some...UN...NATURAL.... FORCE!"
The drive of this work is based completely on contrived moments carefully spaced throughout the film. They are plentiful and obvious, so I'm sure I don't need to point them out.
The score will drive a crazy person sane (Gothic Carpenters on Crack). Every note was an ear splitting cacophony. Sort of like the dialog. Trite, Trite, Trite, and the screenplay...cliché, cliché, cliché.
I found this an unenjoyable mind-numbing 104 minutes, so make a game of it! Keep track of the scores of other movies this one rips off! Whoever comes up with the most movies (and can recall the movie AND the scene it pla...satirizes) wins!
It rates a 2.1/10 from...
the Fiend :.
You know, in these movies, I don't understand why the family doesn't just get the Rocky Raccoon outta there? Come on! Would you stay if you KNEW it was messed up like that? In Poltergeist, okay, that was believable. By the time they realized something was bad weird (in comparison to kewl weird), CarolAnne was already missing and "somewhere in the house." But I don't get any of these idiots who write that the family STAYS. I mean...I'd move, and that's a fact. At any rate...
After being sold out with the first installment of this run, the public still lightly embraced this sequel to the original lie. Unfortunately, it is the same dreck as was the original. The quality is near identical, and the story is a textbook regurgitation of it.
The innovations added to this installment include an incestuous brother/sister act, water turned to blood, fly infested feces-laden sewerage beneath the house, and a psychotic son, and that's all in the first act! So it's the equivalent of recooked vomit.
That should be enough for anyone.
In the second act, you're treated to some really crappy CGI (?) handwriting on the wall, more of Burt Young walking around with a shotgun, and that's when the abuse from their previous existence resumes. dum-dum-duuuummmmb!
Eventually, you are tossed a rather careless rendition of the DeFeo murders in unloving detail. With dreck mixed into the drama. The priest, when he's explaining what's up with the older kid to the Police shrink, sounds like he's doing a horrendous William Shatner impression..."There's some....THING!... inside him! Some...UN...NATURAL.... FORCE!"
The drive of this work is based completely on contrived moments carefully spaced throughout the film. They are plentiful and obvious, so I'm sure I don't need to point them out.
The score will drive a crazy person sane (Gothic Carpenters on Crack). Every note was an ear splitting cacophony. Sort of like the dialog. Trite, Trite, Trite, and the screenplay...cliché, cliché, cliché.
I found this an unenjoyable mind-numbing 104 minutes, so make a game of it! Keep track of the scores of other movies this one rips off! Whoever comes up with the most movies (and can recall the movie AND the scene it pla...satirizes) wins!
It rates a 2.1/10 from...
the Fiend :.