The film explores the story of John Abbott, a woman who started her life carefully in Los Angeles. Over time, she finds herself disintegrated by the apparent nightmares because she knows that her dreams have a lot to do with bitter reality.
For all their skill with shambling corpses sneaking up behind beautiful women, the filmmakers can't figure out where to put the camera in those moments when characters are simply talking to each other.
There's a worthy sequel to a better-than-average horror film in here somewhere, but it's buried underneath a wild goose chase that ultimately goes nowhere.
The directors, Dallas Hallam and Patrick Horvath, are fluent in the genre's staples ... And they draw decent work from their actors, who commit to the wispy, subtext-free material.
It's unnecessary, and worse, glacial and uninspired, laboring to come up with a few viable reasons to plunge back into this limited world and manipulate it into a burgeoning franchise.
"The Pact 2" simply stretches out rather than elaborating on its predecessor's already thin premise, creating holes that are poorly patched over with false scares and unconvincing character behavior.
The Pact II plays like a more convoluted version of The Pact - and since I don't care for Nicholas McCarthy's original, I think you can guess how I feel about Hallam and Horvath's sequel.
