THE TERROR WITHIN II (1991)
This is an in-name-only sequel. Hell, it's almost a remake. Why does it exist? No one knows, not even writer/director/star Andrew Stevens (I'm assuming). There wasn't a soul on Earth clamoring for a sequel to The Terror Within, a so-so, yet amiable "rubber suit" cheapie. Stevens plays David, a scavenger floundering in the desert for vaccine supplies. Need I mention that there is a plague and that the barren landscape is post-apocalyptic? Bleak portraitures of the future ruled the roost during this time period. I think filmmakers forgot that such depictions of our world were prevailingly depressing and sour on the stomach. A scant few genre fiends were willing to sit through these doldrums.
Mad Max: Fury Road perfected the formula, but it was off in the distance. The Terror Within II is...well, it's not perfect. It's entertaining enough. The gelatinous effects are alluring, the production values are first-rate (relatively speaking) and boobs happen. Yaaaay! This sci-fi tryst checks all of the boxes that it must to keep your attention for 90 minutes. Regrettably, it doesn't exert itself beyond the bare minimum. You could do better, Gregory. Have some dignity.
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