Bloody Murder 2

I'm glad that I recently revisited Bloody Murder 2 because I completely forgot how much better it is than the original. Yes, it's still a Friday the 13th rip-off, but as long as it's done with some flair, love and pizzazz, it's going to be a highly enjoyable experience. And that's what this is. A highly enjoyable experience. Fully nude Tiffany Shepis aside, Bloody Murder 2 takes what happened in the original and gives it an all natural boost of sex and violence. There's a lot more swearing, limbs getting severed and hot ladies getting freaky in the shower. I should have taken a tally, but there were waaaayyyyy more shower scenes in here than what I remembered, and that's not at all a bad thing. I'm just glad that there is a lengthy, sizzling sex scene with Tiffany. Yowza! I couldn't ask for more from a sequel to a lame first time out. Actually, I could. Even though there is more gore and people getting chopped up on-screen, it still feels sort of unbalanced. Like the director was trying to make this whole thing just about out-doing the original without really expanding on the Trevor Moorehouse lore. And there is some expanding. In the last 5-10 minutes. Everything else is boobs and blood.  

She has to be frostbitten by now.

Sawn in half. No quarter.

Teenage stupidity and Tiffany Shepis are a complete package that promotes hormonal growth at summer camp.

 A game of "bloody murder" in this movie is just as stupid as the first one.

First you beg. Then you ruin it. Dumbass.

Young adult in-fighting. Yay.

Well, if he had diabetes, he has two less limbs to worry about.

Milk and cookies in the morning. Zing.

Dude-you should have known you were going to bite it when you saw a freshly dug grave.

What?! A black guy named Elvis? That's hilarious.

You participated in the game show "pants dance" and the grand prize is dying.

 The final bit of advice I'm going to leave you zits and zombies with is this-Bloody Murder 2 is here if you want it. It's a low grade slasher with a fully nude Tiffany Shepis banging some dude in a forest, more detailed kills, more shower scenes and less story. Sometimes you just can't give a shit about the plot-you have to appeal to your human wiles and indulge in some hot girls screaming their faces off while everyone gets slayed for the better part of 90 minutes. Even if it means wading through all the cheesy acting and dialogue to get there. Basically, Trevor Moorehouse is Jason Voorhees' 5th cousin he only ever sees at family reunions every 10 years or so. And even then they really don't say much to each other because they're ripping each other off. And then they shove each other into the in-ground pool face first to stir up some shit. What a family. What a movie. What a party.