It wouldn't be a horror marathon without at least one shitty sequel, right? This year's installment comes to you from the distant, forgotten land of 1992. Content warning: moderate gore, a scene reminiscent of lynchiing
After the bodies of the murdered adults are found in Gatlin, Nebraska, news crews swarm the town looking for answers. The surviving children are sent to foster with sympathetic families in nearby Hemingford. Tabloid reporter and deadbeat dad, John Garrett (Terence Knox), and his angsty teenaged son, Danny (Paul Scherrer), show up last but manage to score a room at the local bed-and-breakfast, run by way-too-hot-to-be-from-this-town Angela Casual (Rosalind Allen) - ugh - along with orphaned teen Micah (Ryan Bollman). Micah makes overtures of friendship towards Danny after seeing the hostility between him and his father, but Danny would rather run with way-too-hot-and-desperate-to-leave-this-town Lacey (Christie Clark). Sure enough, the kids start killing again after Micah is possessed as the new prophet of He Who Walks Behind the Rows.
More than the casual misogyny and racism, this film suffers from Trying Too Hard. Tried too hard to top the first film. Tried too hard to assign more blame. Tried too hard to be funny. Sure, having a house crush a mean old lady with just her legs sticking out is kind of funny. But you can't have her say "What a world, what a world," as well. That's the Wicked Witch of the West. And then have a second old lady (both played by Marty Terry) named Mrs. West be her sister? That's egging the pudding, my good sir.
We're not even going to talk about the White Savior narrative nonsense. Yikes.
Anyway, this dreck is streaming in its entirety on YouTube, should you feel so inclined.
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