The sequel to "Laid to Rest" is perhaps even more boring and amateurish than the first one was. There is more going on on-screen this time round, and yet it is even harder to focus on, due to the horrible, unnecessary and distracting camera work.
This one attempts an inexplicable angle in that ChromeSkull, the titular killer, has "minions" who follow him and try to get into his good graces. It makes sense that a serial killer whose modus operandi is filming his murders and sending them to cops might have some 'fans'. Maybe disturbed suburban teenagers, or young men and women who are tired of Satanism/Druidism/whateverism. Why then are the "minions" an extremely organized group who operate like a mini-CIA? Whose idea was that? At first you are trying to figure out who they are. Once you work it out, you wonder WHY they are. Why would these bright, attractive young adults devote themselves to getting into the good graces of a serial killer with a stupid mask?
Plus, the inclusion of these other types distracts from the titular bad guy. It feels like he's hardly in it. Instead, his protege minion mugs for camera time, and his very existence seems like such a contrivance that you are irritated seeing him and the other idiots on screen.
This one does have some extreme violence, as the first one did, the handling of which reveals the filmmakers knowledge of fake blood and guts could potentially make up for their lack of all other filmmaking expertise. However, I don't think there's anything too memorable in this sequel in terms of violence.
Certainly nothing of the calibre of the unbelievably gory original, which featured a man losing his face - and a good part of his head - to acid, and someone having the stump of their neck bludgeoned in.
Indeed, this sequel is so bad it just made me almost-praise the almost equally crappy original.
This one attempts an inexplicable angle in that ChromeSkull, the titular killer, has "minions" who follow him and try to get into his good graces. It makes sense that a serial killer whose modus operandi is filming his murders and sending them to cops might have some 'fans'. Maybe disturbed suburban teenagers, or young men and women who are tired of Satanism/Druidism/whateverism. Why then are the "minions" an extremely organized group who operate like a mini-CIA? Whose idea was that? At first you are trying to figure out who they are. Once you work it out, you wonder WHY they are. Why would these bright, attractive young adults devote themselves to getting into the good graces of a serial killer with a stupid mask?
Plus, the inclusion of these other types distracts from the titular bad guy. It feels like he's hardly in it. Instead, his protege minion mugs for camera time, and his very existence seems like such a contrivance that you are irritated seeing him and the other idiots on screen.
This one does have some extreme violence, as the first one did, the handling of which reveals the filmmakers knowledge of fake blood and guts could potentially make up for their lack of all other filmmaking expertise. However, I don't think there's anything too memorable in this sequel in terms of violence.
Certainly nothing of the calibre of the unbelievably gory original, which featured a man losing his face - and a good part of his head - to acid, and someone having the stump of their neck bludgeoned in.
Indeed, this sequel is so bad it just made me almost-praise the almost equally crappy original.