The clown's bloody binge came to an end at the local morgue. Everyone thought the nightmare was over, but it wasn't!
Art the Clown is back, bringing with him his personal frustrations, he's had a good rest on the coroner's table, and now he's ready to bring to the world the old, the good, and the eternal... October is coming to an end, and that means it's time to work. Clown Art enthusiastically approaches his favorite occupation - multiplying people by zero.
To be honest, I had my doubts about the Terrifier sequel, the first film was okay for me, but it was a quality slasher, and not much more than that. However, as of recently, literally all resources started screaming about the beautiful sequel and the talent of Damien Leone. The last point of departure was Stephen King's tweet, where the king of horror zealously praised Terrifier 2. I weighed the pros and cons, realized King was not wrong, and proceeded to watch...
Leone didn't just reanimate the '80s genre, he interpreted it through the lens of his personal vision - and he didn't fail! The sequel could have been a mediocre sequel, but Damien Leone went further, he pushed the boundaries of the story, did a good analysis of the main characters, added that very final girl, and of course modernized Art the clown, now a schizoid in makeup who is pure, sadistic evil. Like Freddy from the last dream, Art is no longer just a serial killer, but has a mystical quality.
Initially, I was intimidated by the extensive timeline, but, that's how long it takes to consider all the references, and very competently serve all the participants in the massacre. And believe me, Leone did not skimp on the intricacies.
From the first minutes the movie takes you on a bloody journey, and I got a big kick out of it! Somehow the director managed to find a balance between more-gore & synth wave from the 80's mind. Schematically: the old-school horror spirit permeates the film from the first minutes until the finale, with the correction that Leone didn't take away the dirt, black humor, and violence of the sequel, but instead twisted that line to a fault. Each murder is followed by a separate character reveal, and the scenes are quality carnage sketches in the best tradition.
In short, one can congratulate Damian on his more than successful sequel, for the film is, as it were, a no-frills horror story where the main psychopath, Clown Art, stomps with clown boots on the norm, and strides confidently down the road of corpses into the audience's heart. To tear it out, and with laughter use it for its intended purpose! I can only assume that we're in for a third appearance of Art's cutie, because what's a horror without a trilogy in the next couple of years?