They’re kidding, right? FORTY MINUTES of this sequel’s running time is divvied among TWELVE flashback sequences as Billy’s younger brother Ricky (Eric Freeman) rassles the bats in his belfry. In fact, it isn’t until the 50-minute mark before his inevitable homicidal rampage begins and another 25 minutes after that before he dutifully dons a Santa suit and hollers "PUNISH!" while pursuing the family pastime. CineSchlockers can hear firsthand how and WHY this Frankensteinian disaster was committed to film during a holly, jolly commentary by mercenary director Lee Harry and writer Joe Earle alongside actor James Newman who stonefaced it as Ricky’s psychiatrist. No breasts (Darn Elizabeth Kaitan‘s ninja-esque nipples.) 14 corpses. Plus seven recycled breasts and 10 repurposed corpses. Excessive eyebrow emoting (which may explain Mr. Freeman’s truncated career.) Diddling. Gratuitous movie-within-a-movie sequence. One back-alley beating. Umbrella to the gut with coincidentally timed rain storm. Exploding import. Suburban gun rampage. Nun abuse. Pipe puffing. High-voltage dentistry. Delayed-reaction decapitation. Sign over holiday donation till reads: "Santa wants you to give a BUCK for the children."
