It is as gruesome as it can possibly be, which should please torture porn fans, but this Wolf Creek sequel irritates more than it scares: scenes change from day to night and back again with abandon, victims spend inordinate amounts of time sitting and waiting for more horror to be inflicted upon them instead of fighting back or running away - and when they run away, they run the wrong way or run in the headlights of a pursuing car - and worst of all, the movie makes Mick Taylor, the psychotic Crocodile Dundee of the original, more like a dogged Terminator robot from the future, with the director clearly less concerned with presenting a satisfactory horror movie experience than with wanting to immortalise his villain ahead of who knows how many more sequels I won't be watching.
★★☆☆☆
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