Horror fans, when taken to the extreme, are into some pretty bizarre things. Case in point being this "movie," a follow-up to Traces of Death, which came out a year before this sequel. It's easy to know why they would hurriedly produce this piece of work: it's inexpensive to gather a compilation of other people's footage and pay someone to record a little bit of dialogue to play over them. The budget was even upped for this one, licensing some music (or hiring artists to record specifically for) the movie.
It serves to add to the heartless theme of sensationalization toward the real-life deaths of fellow human beings, and it's used to the point of overkill. Sure, playing death metal over images of dead bodies makes it look more intense, but it's also important to bear in mind that these are real human beings, real lives that were lost, and here they are, once again, being exploited for cheap entertainment. The irony is not lost on me that I'm playing into the machine by viewing and giving this film the time of day, but it doesn't make the material any more acceptable.
This caters to a very niche market and, while it's understandable that the original film would spark a morbid curiosity in the viewer, the fact that it carries over into a sequel and beyond is actually ridiculous and totally unjustified. There's no plot to this, just like the predecessor, making it feel more like a "how long can you last" challenge than a horror film. It's just a series of grotesque images and videos presented one right after another. The benefit of this one over the first one is that it seems to be more concerned about the brutal behaviour in which we humans can often take part in with other human beings, which is barbaric to say the least. But that, in and of itself, does not a good movie (or sequel) make. This franchise is best left in the past, on a dusty shelf or in a plastic bin in a musty basement with the other unmentionable VHS tapes, collecting mould to the point of being unplayable.
No rhyme or reason; let's just laugh and make a spectacle of the suffering of others. Staying classy, guys. Truly.
