It is impossible to fault Marlon Wayans for his enthusiasm and (desperate) energy, but even that fails to bring this unmerited sequel to life. The pot-shots at relatively insignificant recent horrors are reasonably accurate, but there are vast swathes of semi-improvised, over-extended and simply unfunny nonsense to sit through. The film threatens briefly to perk up about half-way through, but that glimmer does not last long. There are some moments that work - the cartoon-esque Thankskilling sequence with a sacrificial chicken is funny, and the through-linking Sinister skits are well-observed - but when even the usually wonderful Jamie Pressly looks lost, there is little to recommend overall.
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