Feast II: Sloppy Seconds
Manufacturer : Weinstein Company
Rating : 3.0
Reviews : 59
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The monsters have made it into a small neighboring town in the middle of nowhere and the locals have to band with the survivors of the bar’ slaughter to figure out how to survive.
Feast II lives in the same kitsch, slapstick camp as gore films like Street Trash and Dead Alive, though it doesn’t come close to either in terms of creativity. Some scenes are so gratuitously disgusting that one feels forced to laugh, uncomfortably, at the mayhem unfolding on-screen. Directed by John Gulager, this sequel plot-wise cares little about what happened previously, and the carload of survivors that escape in the original Feast are gone minus one girl, named Honey Pie. For now, the viewer gets to know a new crew of strangers who bond over the same common cause as in the earlier film, namely to shoot monsters while they try, unsuccessfully, to abandon the town they’re stranded in. Feast II opens the morning following the Feast massacre, when hard-boiled mama, Biker Queen (Diane Goldner), meets a barely alive Bartender (Clu Gulager) and learns of her sister’s nasty end. Embittered, she ventures out for revenge, but not before one meets the characters she will eventually be stuck with. During the first third of the film, photomontage and Super-8 scenes shot in various trailer parks, used car dealerships, and prisons introduce the viewer to the motley characters who will experience the monster wrath. Thunder (Martin Klebba) and his brother, Lightning (Juan Garcia), trailer-bound Mexican wrestlers who care for their crusty grandmother, are bi-lingual, and when they speak Spanish to their relative the film is comically subtitled. Slasher (Carl Payne) and his lady, Secrets (Hanna Putnam), lead a basically dull life until the monsters arrive. There’s Hobo (William Braille), and Greg Swank (Tom Gulager), who takes charge a bit too aggressively. Slow pacing, meaning lots of victims waiting around for attack, drags on, but there are a few over-the-top gnarly scenes that make Feast II slightly hilarious. When a monster is captured and autopsied, phallus and all, green slime spews and human upchuck spouts ceaselessly. The film is a Grindhouse-style gross-fest, meant to make one squirm, and it disregards narrative questions such as, why do these monsters want to comb towns for human flesh meals? In zombie and alien films, one is reluctant to ask why, but at some point the finest films in this genre either grapple with explanation or at least have awesome looking monsters. Feast II has neither. It’s more about sitting back, preferably before eating, for a couple hours of random blood squirting and monster chomping. –Trinie Dalton
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in this review. Adventuresome person that I am, there are some places even I won’t go, and you can add the naked dwarf to that area.
I loved the original FEAST so wanted to see FEAST II despite the reviews. While I’ve noticed an odd mixture of GREAT and AWFUL — which one seldoms sees, I’m in the “rent it if you really must see it” cuz it just didn’t have the fun of the original. I do like to collect series (i.e. SCARY MOVIES I, II, II, IV or several ALIEN movies — of which the last was bad enough they really should stop.) but I really don’t see the need to complete this one. Won’t be getting #3. Very disappointed in this one. “Gore Fest” is a term I’ve noted in other reviews, and it does suit.
We find ourselves kind’a carrying on from the last movie with a good character actor and father of the director, Clu Gulager, some bad-a$$ motorcycle babes (yes, I know how sexist that sounds, but when/if you see FEAST II you’ll understand), a couple of used car salesmen, and sterotypical dumb blondes. I swear upon all that is holy there is not an I.Q. above 60 in this entire movie, and that unfortunately includes the writers. Stupidity abounds, and not in a funny way.
It gets 3 stars because of the bartender and because I love good character actors. He does the job he is (hopefully) paid to do. The acting really isn’t that bad here, it’s just that the characters do such stupid things over and over. This is mostly a rehash from the first movie, with the characters trapped in a small town instead of a bar, fighting monsters that have come from nowhere. I wish they’d truly had some kind of good explaination in either FEAST or FEAST II as to how something so big and vicious just managed to pop up and start slaughtering the population.
As it is, the ending, the gore, the stupidy is all fairly predictable.
Horribly lazy “Feast II: Sloppy Seconds” adds nothing to the original “Feast” (2005) which some hailed as a new cult classic. It was not the greatest monster flick in the world, but the first “Feast” delivered the campy fun with deliberately tasteless and gruesome moments which I found impressive. Now the first sequel arrives, which is equally tasteless, but this time the film’s tastelessness is not exactly very interesting to see.
The story of “Feast II: Sloppy Seconds” is basically a retread of the original. A group of quirky characters (some of them are back from the original) are trapped in a building in a small town attacked by some monsters. Honestly I don’t mind the weak story because I am watching this for thrills and gores and maybe dark humor. There are lots of gores and dead bodies, but sorry, about 40 or 50 minutes in, the film becomes tedious and boring.
For the filmmakers have run out of tricks. The “creatures” are no longer scary as they look like men wearing cheap rubber suits. Jokes are painfully drawn out (the lengthy monster dissection scene is one example). As he did in the first film, director John Gulager insists these characters are not always capable of heroic actions, and even if they are, they may not be rewarded. He made a good point, I admit. However, in the sequel his idea is stretched to the point of self-indulgence. Like Tarantino’s “Death Proof,” the film has turned into an over-the-top mess, which is not funny or scary. Watching monsters attacking characters is one thing; watching characters bickering and fighting among themselves on and on is something else.
For the record, the screenplay was written by Patrick Melton and Marcus Dunstan, who went on to write for “Saw IV” “Saw V” and “Saw VI,” and you already know what you get.
this is one of the bloody gore ive seen in a while butt its not boreing and its a good three to four star butt its not for easily shocked people this is real gore and little sick when a young one is killed. not for anybody under ten years old. see feast one first then this one
Feast II: Sloppy Seconds is exactly what one might expect from a film called Sloppy Seconds; there’s nudity, tons of gore, awesome creatures and, god bless John Gulager, Mexican midget wrestlers! Lil’ Luchadores!! This sequel to 2005’s Feast is depressing, violent, blackhearted and absolutely entertaining.
The acting, for the most part, was solid, the production design and greenscreen work was effective and the returning creatures looked positively terrifying! New things to look for include longer creature penises, hybrid offspring, a twisted cat violation and an ad hoc monster autopsy that leads to a gag inducing puke-fest the likes of which I’ve yet to see in mainstream horror fare. If you were to ask me which film is the best, I’d have to say the first. If you asked me which had more stones, Feast II wins by a landslide.
The film does occasionally feel a little cramped and the grindhousey character intro inserts are a little hokey but this is an outstanding sequel when you take into account the stuff we normally get direct-to-DVD in the genre these days. Gulager, Melton & Dunstan provide viewers with entertaining monster mayhem, slick dialogue and quite probably one of the funniest “quarterback passes” I’ve ever seen. After Feast II, you’ll believe more than just birds can fly. Some may be a bit put off by the focus of the movie being primarily on the “monsters” holed up on the rooftop instead of the monsters terrorizing the town but these are characters you’ll love to hate and hate to love. You won’t be able to look away, I guarantee it.
To put it bluntly, this is a move made for immature drunk college guys. It’s postively abysmal. An absolute slap in the face to the first movie, which was passably good compared to this pile of feces.
No fan of horror movies should ever give this even a passing glance.