After the nastiness of the first movie in the series, I was quite prepared for the ensuing gorefest that passes for entertainment in the mind of Eli Roth.

Surprisingly, the gorehounds may feel cheated as there is a considerable shortfall of blood letting compared to the previous film. Sadly there is also a huge deficit in any frights. There is even a rip off of Hammer films with a scene reminiscent of Ingrid Pitt bathing in virgins blood in "Countess Dracula". This sort of derivitive trash is a sad state of affairs for the horror industry. What's happened to good, honest chills. It's been so long since a truly scarey film assaulted our senses. Instead we have sadistic, unoriginal, and needless to say, moronic and substandard brutality, served up to a public already anaesthetised by the Saw trilogy.

The one interesting touch in this film is when one of the protagonists has a total turnaround in their character. Other than this tiny glimmer of original thought, there is absolutely nothing to recommend this drivel to any sane cinema goer.