To assist her in accurately illustrating the underlying themes present throughout Pet Sematary Two, Lambert has crammed several thousand pounds of incredibly gory violence into the picture's briskly-paced 100 minutes. From power drills to axes, motorbikes to potato-covered car crashes, this squishy sequel spares no expense when it comes to giving you an uncut, no-holds-barred look at the deadly consequences of reckless resurrection. Sometimes it's very necessary to see the outcome of such behavior in order to fully grasp the gravity of the scenario. I'm moving forward with my plan to incorporate this film into the public school system sometime next week.
And since the material is so timely and drop dead serious, everyone on-board approaches their respective roles with maturity and sincerity. Edward Furlong, despite being roughly 54 years-old at the time this film was lensed, nails the brooding angst associated with those unfortunate enough to have been teenagers in the early '90s. His character's father, portrayed by the immortal Anthony Edwards, embodies everything that is good and homely about small town veterinarians who moonlight as confused single parents. Clancy Brown, meanwhile, is suitably nasty as deranged Ludlow sheriff Gus Gilbert. The rest of the cast is effective, as well, though wholly unremarkable.
The next time your best friend from high school suggests bringing his dearly departed grandmother back to life so he can collect on some unpaid birthday promises, immediately thrust a dusty copy of Mary Lambert's Pet Sematary Two into his greedy paws and prepare yourself for an all-night intervention. If everyone sits down with at least two people from their extended family to view this film in the comfort of their zombie-free abode, perhaps we can stem the tide before it overflows into our major metropolitan cities. Reeducate America immediately; buy, rent, or legally download a copy of Pet Sematary Two post-haste!
The fate of the free world depends upon it!
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