A reflexive horror film that predates any of those tired SCREAM films. Not only do we get the best scenes from the first film (well, most of them) and then we're introduced to some cliché obnoxious (but still engaging) "Hollywood-types" only for them to be gorily killed (by toothbrush, by shaving cream, by hedge-clippers, by tail-pipe, etc). And in the end, the most obnoxious of the survivors gets done away with satisfyingly.
This is a body-count film in the most cynical sense. The film-makers know who the "bodies" are and they make sure that YOU know who they are long before they get killed and that you want them to get killed.
This is a body-count film in the most cynical sense. The film-makers know who the "bodies" are and they make sure that YOU know who they are long before they get killed and that you want them to get killed.