The sequel, which was released straight after a year for the original, was shot by the same amateur authors with the same meager possibilities of horror-amateur activity. Except that the former performer of the role of a botanist-killer a little lost weight. In the rest, it is as if we are not in the second part, but another series of one big film. However, what is strange, having preserved the unchanged backbone of the film crew, the movie has noticeably improved.
Of course, further - as they say in the West - "garage horror" production did not go, being recorded on a simple video camera with the lack of clear work of the illuminator captured simple enthusiasts trying to be involved in the unattainable status of actors in simple scenery of their own housing. But there was a dynamic in the story. Timekeeping decreased, action increased. And most importantly, they didn't forget about humor. He is sloppy, sometimes sadistic, but still the work does not try to overly dramatize as before.
This favorable effect was due to the scenario, when crazy Harold is relegated to the background. Now the plot revolves around a nondescript girl, thirded by classmates from the university. Her image is noticeably different from the past antagonist, because he was weakly like a botanist, resembling only a mentally retarded one, over whom it is a sin to laugh, and his change was an active funny special, comically exhibiting a “bookworm” in a skirt. That is, groping for the correct vector of the narrative, the authors finally gave out a true weirdo in grotesque glasses, brought to bloody revenge on their offenders.
And if it happens with a young lady, then there is no escape from the inevitable romantic meeting of our eccentrics, in order to feed the comedy that slides into a crazy horror farce, combining love, kisses on the cheek and trips to the rally of comic book collectors with common sophisticated murders. It is impossible not to note the increased degree of sham delights on screen self-harm with spilled ketchup, again surpassing the original.
At the exit, the viewer has a very unpretentious openly amateur slightly comical spreader about a botanical couple of killers, which by all standards can not boast of a sane professional approach or the excitement of a good fun thrash. The only condescending it looks like a sequel that managed to make up for past shortcomings, when the former boredom was replaced by gaggy finds with increased prophesy, comic and, in the end, at least some nudity, which for b-movie is a faithful friend and comrade. I will refrain from recommending this dilogy to anyone, but I will put another imaginary “tick” with a viewing of a rare horror film that received protection from the studio “Troma”.
3 out of 10