I thought BWP 2 was a damn fine little thriller; a hell of a lot better than the first.  Sure, the acting was sub par, some of the dialogue was laughable (when the characters discover weird symbols and ancient alphabets cut into their flesh, one of them claims that they have nothing to worry about because, "it's just poison oak, or something"), and the heavy metal soundtrack is nearly unbearable.  At the same time, a large portion of the movie was exceedingly clever, deeply unsettling and highly entertaining.

The film kept me guessing, and the intense visuals and sound effects kept my eyes peeled and pulse racing.  (The pulse thing was probably due to the artificially flavored butter topping kicking in heavy during the second half of the film, when I began digesting the $5.75 bucket-o-lard.)  I had a lot of fun with the whole "whodunit/wasiteverdun" aspect of the film, and I have always been a sucker for movies that throw linear timelines to the wind, in favor of keeping the audience trapped inside of the auditorium, holding in their $3.50 worth of pink lemonade, all in fear of missing out on an imperative clue, if they do decide to make a mad dash for the toilet. 

Was the film scary enough to have people pissing pink in their panties?  No.  Although it pays direct homage to horror classics such as Night of the Living Dead, Evil Dead 2, The Haunting,The Omen and The Exorcist, it is obvious that this movie wasn't attempting to follow in the path of its forbearers, by using a straight-forward horror approach.  Instead, director Joe Berlinger essentially recreates his Paradise Lost documentaries . . . in reverse.

I'd give it 8 Juicy squirts out of a possible 10

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