Harry here. Just so you know, I didn't check this for spoilers, cause to tell the truth I don't want to know. I know from a little bit of the review that the author didn't care for the film that much, but adores the radiant Jennifer Love Hewitt. Can't blame him. Well, given I enjoyed the hell out of the first one, and most everyone I knew at the time hated it.... well I'm gonna be there opening day. But for the rest of you on that edge take a look at this and see if you agree.
Morning, Harry. Continued thanks for a great site! Well, I sidekicked my way into a screening in Westwood last night of the superfluous sequel "I Still Know What You Did Last Summer." Like the first one didn't have a cumbersome enough title!
What the first one did have was minimal scares and cleverness, although admittedly less than I would've expected from Kevin Williamson. This movie plodded on without any help from the man, so it really had nothing to offer other than the usual bad horror movie cliches.
Sorry, I take that back. It also had Jennifer Love Hewitt.
Don't get me wrong, I think she is a great young actress, very real and much better than the material she is given. Which is again the case in this movie; however, her acting prowess is completely and utterly overshadowed by the real stars of the movie, her spectacular breasts. The way they heave, pout, move and test the limits of her clothing is a sight unto itself, and well worth the price of my admission (admittedly, free). I don't mean to sound perverted, but honestly, see the movie and you'll know what I mean. The camera here was more loving to her body than I've seen since, well, Schumacher filming McConaughey in "A Time To Kill".
The plot, if I can be so bold as to call it that, has our perky and paranoid heroine and three friends traipsing off to Jamaica, running into some typically movie-bad characters running the place, and then old horror movie conventions take over. From the deserted hotel echoing the hospital in "Halloween" to the haven't-they-seen-"Scream" way of separating while being stalked, this movie offers nothing new or even fun to watch, with the exception of the aforementioned Ms. Hewitt. She's a great movie screamer, and between that and her breasts, I kept picturing her as Jaimie Lee Curtis, beheading the guy with the hook in tweny years from now in "I Still Know...IKWYDLS20" or something.
And the end, oh, if you think the end of "Urband Legend" was ridiculous, well, you ain't seen nothing, yet.
So I urge any male who finds Love as exciting as I do to see this movie for her, and fans of well-made horror movies to avoid this at all costs. And as long as I'm urging, please, Hollywood, you have a real acting talent in Jennifer Love Hewitt, find her a role worthy of that talent. As much as I enjoyed this movie on my basest levels, she's so much better than this material and deserves something more.
Thanks, Harry!
Rick Jones
