3.5/10 Following up the absolutely horrendous “Fear Street Part One: 1994”, the center of the trilogy that no one asked for is a step up, but still by no means a good movie. Since the first movie earned a 1/10, this movie’s 3.5/10 score might seem like a big step up but any movie looks good in comparison to the first, abysmal misfire. Ross Duffer continues to prove that strong film making sensibilities are not sexually transmitted as his wife, Leigh Janiak, continues to highlight that this is the wrong line of work for her. Neither of these first two movies gives us anything that we haven’t seen before. They are just retreads of other, superior horror films/stories (the summer camp setting here just makes you wish you were watching “Friday the 13th”). The fact that Netflix will pass on a project from David Cronenberg and then green light garbage like this makes me get a hard on every time they lose subscribers. The more Netflix I consume, the more I see that their ratio of horrible movies/shows to great ones is quite embarrassing and the vast majority of their great content is due to individual film makers that they work with (David Fincher, Martin Scorsese, etc.). Janiak repeats the mistake she made in the first movie when it comes to the movie’s soundtrack. There is absolutely no subtlety or skill when it comes to needle drops as she just grabs popular songs from the 1970s and throws them in without a thought and with hardly any time between songs. Talented film makers like Quentin Tarantino, Edgar Wright and even The Duffer Brothers with “Stranger Things” demonstrate how to properly use music but Janiak treats music like spaghetti thrown against the wall, hoping that most of it will stick, which it doesn’t. Making matters worse is the fact that one of the most talented composers working today, Marco Beltrami, co-scored this. While he and co-composer Marcus Trumpp get more time to showcase their work in the second half of the movie, the entire first half of the movie just has “The Greatest Hits of the 1970s” shoved down your throat. A lot of the visual effects look cheesy and unconvincing. The teenage characters in this movie don’t feel like real people. The way they talk and act is dialed up to 11 and it just feels phony. For a horror movie, there are no scares to be had. In my review of the first movie, I spoke about how much felt stolen from “Stranger Things” and while this part isn’t quite as blatant, there is still one glaring example. Emily Rudd (no relation to Paul) plays Cindy Berman and her character is a 100% clone of Natalia Dyer’s Nancy Wheeler character from the first season or two of “Stranger Things”. The writing is so uninspired as most characters get no development and the couple that do get the most bare minimum development possible. As for what works, there is less woke nonsense this time around and many of the situations are more believable than the first movie. While still some, there are certainly less blatant coincidences and ex-machinas thrown in our faces this time around. The score is well done (I just wish there was more of it in the first half of the movie) and the setting being contained to a summer camp in the woods works far better than all of the running around from location to location that happened in the first movie. If you were a brave enough soul to get through the cinematic abortion that was the first movie, then at least you are given a slight upgrade here. However, don’t expect anything great on display. Let’s just hope this upwards trajectory continues with the third and thankfully, final installment.

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