Pet Sematary II

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Year:	1992
Country of origin:	USA
Director:	Mary Lambert
Genre:	Disappointing follow-up
Starring:	Edward Furlong, Jason McGuire, Anthony Edwards, Clancy Brown
Rating:	2/5
IMDB link:	http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105128/
Tagline:	Back by popular demand.
Favourite line:	None worth mentioning

The original was actually pretty decent.

The plot:
Jeff Matthews moves into the new town of Ludlow – not that one – with both he and his father looking for a new start. See, Jeff’s mother died on set, an actress in a horror movie, victim of a tragic electricity related accident.
Meeting a new friend called Drew, Jeff’s life is once more touched by death when Drew’s dog dies and, taking a trip to the pet cemetery, the boys bury the poor beast.
Trouble is, the boys had neither watched the first film, nor read the excellent Stephen King book as, if they had, they would have known that the cemetery is an ancient Indian burial site, bestowed with magic and the power to resurrect the dead…..

What a poor film.
The original, whilst hardly the most scintillating of experiences, at least had some guts, some atmosphere. Here, every scene is rendered bland and anaemic and, much like the resurrected corpses, utterly lifeless. It’s strange, too, as the same director oversaw both films.
Edward Furlong, of Terminator 2 fame, is decent enough in the lead role but, as a growed up, you can’t get over the fact that you are watching the antics of a couple of young kids and, frankly, who gives a shit about them? It’s why you have to view with concern anyone over the age of sixteen who claims The Goonies is any good.
It’s for children, motherfuckers.
Grow up!
With minimal amounts of gore and gruel – trust me, you could show this to your great grandma without too many worries – and a plot construct so obvious and unsurprising you know from about the fifteen minute mark exactly how everything is going to play out, this can only be viewed as a complete waste of ninety minutes.
Not effective enough to be considered any good.
Not truly terrible enough to be of any interest.
Dispiritingly poor, this.