B-Dubbz Terror-Fest: Jeepers Creepers 2

When I first heard about this being made it was one of those “why ruin a good thing” kinda deals, and was extremely hesitant.
Thankfully, I was pleasantly surprised with the results. Of course, it has its issues to be sure. Namely, the forced High School drama, giving you 2 dimensional, asshole characters you couldn’t give a sh*t less about…a complete turnaround from the first movie.
This movie also suffers from a common plague of horror movies…a new cast of characters who know jack about what’s going on. Which means, you’re forced to sit through a recap of things you already know.
Some movies handle this better than others. Sadly, this movie lets this recap drag on for the entire second act, forcing you to sit through the vision scene where the psychic explains the legend, the eating scene where the kids see that it eats to repair itself, and the “omg this thing is effing weird” scene where they discover it has wings.
Really, you can ditch the entire second act…actually, the third act isn’t so great either. It has plenty of action, but not a lot of substance. Actually…now that I think about it. The whole movie kinda sucks. It’s not, soul crushingly terrible, it’s just not very good.
If you ask me, this is not how a sequel to a movie like this should be handled. No, if you want to make a sequel to this movie, you have to go the ALIENS route.
What made ALIENS work so well was that the recap was extremely brief. The movie was like “ok, you know what these things are, we don’t really need to tell you again. Instead, we have a bunch of characters that have an idea of what to expect, and are out to blow the living crap out of it.”
JEEPERS CREEPERS 2 should have followed a ragtag band of Creeper hunters. They kind of did this with “Guy from Twin Peaks“‘s character, but he was only the “B” story…no, you make that the establishment as to why there are the Creeper hunters.
Have the movie be the hunters following the Creeper from area to area, trying, and failing, to stop it from feeding on throwaway extras.
Sadly…I’m not a screenwriter, and hollywood doesn’t read my blog. So I guess that means we have to suffer through mediocre crap time and time again until I get off my ass and start writing again or hollywood actually starts giving a crap about what kind of movies they make.