Ah, yes, teen horror from the late 90s. What started with Scream in 1996 eventually devolved into a formulaic wasteland of 30-something actors pretending to be teenagers. This one is the sequel to I Know What You Did Last Summer starring Jennifer Love Hewitt. Even worse than the predictable plot was the reuse of the “Come and get me! I’m right here!” line as if to say “No, there is nothing new here.”

It’s been a year and Julie (Jennifer Love Hewitt) has a raging case of PTSD from the traumatic events of the first movie. Her roommate, played by Brandy, wins four tickets to the Bahamas and they both agree it will be a good way to get their minds off of Julie’s nightmares and hallucinations. I’m trying not to fall asleep while typing this mundane plot.

Julie and Brandy go with Mekhi Phifer and Matthew Settle on the vacation as Freddie Prinze Jr. finds out that the Gorton’s fishstick killer is back from the dead or maybe being impersonated. Freddie rushes to the Bahamas to rescue Julie, who isn’t having any fun anyway (karaoke) as a tropical storm rolls in to cut off the resort from the outside world as the bodies start piling up.

There is just not much to redeem this one. It’s an awful retread with boring characters and plot. It’s not scary, and I just stopped caring after the first 15 minutes. SPOILER ALERT: the secondary killer is named “Will Benson” which is a dead giveaway since the fisherman killer’s name is Ben Willis. I mean, seriously? That’s not clever. That’s lazy.

I’m going to give it one extra taco for Jack Black as the stoner Titus character who should have been used more as comedic relief throughout. I know Jack Black wasn’t much of a name yet in the late 90s, but damn if he wasn’t the best part of this garbage movie with his 5 minutes of screen time.

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