The only thing I remember from having seen the original "Saturday the 14th" a couple of years ago is wanting to forget that I ever watched it and pretend it never happened. I probably also promised myself around the time never to watch the sequel, but what else can you do when you're slowly running out of crap to watch? "Saturday the 14th" was a completely NOT funny horror comedy that never once even came close to making me laugh. The sequel is even worse. The references towards classic horror films are disgraceful and the attempted jokes are pathetic. A frustrated teenager narrates the bone-headed story of his family moving into a sinister and ramshackle house and the strange occurrences that are taking place there. Apparently there's a crack in the floor somewhere in this house, and all evil of the world enters through it. On the next Saturday the 14th, which is only six days away, the evil forces will take over and the world will cease to exist. Well, great plan, I'm all for it! If the world ceases to exist, at least nobody will have to watch this crap ever again. I'm fully aware of the fact that the basic plot description doesn't sound that terrible, but please don't be misled. This is the worst of the worst. A selection of the finest humorist pieces include a pipes construction worker who turns into a chicken after being exposed to gas, a cookie eating monster hiding under the bed, the reconstruction of the Statue of Liberty in chocolate pudding and an agonizingly long musical interlude of the Singing Vampire Sisters. There's a small but nevertheless embarrassing cameo appearance of "The Hills Have Eyes" cult icon Michael Berryman. By the time the film reached its climax, which exists of a wild monster party, I came really close to poking my eyes out with a rusty spoon.
Review of Saturday the 14th Strikes Back
