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Product Description ------------------- 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. .com ---- Feast II lives in the same kitsch, slapstick camp as gore films like Street T 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 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 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