Not as good as the first, I recognize that, but still a lot of fun and I have plenty of childhood nostalgia for the first two films in this franchise. The sequel, as with the first, contributed to creating A Very Junkfood Christmas for Film School Rejects.
Nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be and, in fact, fairly charming. Paul Rudd does not, as one would assume, play a total manchildish buffoon. He's just a guy who's a little naive and far too trusting of strangers as well as his highly dysfunctional family all of whom are much worse than he is but treat him as if he's the black sheep.
The movie was long-winded, but well-formed and had some of the most upsetting Native American slaughters I've ever seen. Watched this, along with several other films in preparation for the first episode of the new Spill.com podcast I'll be co-hosting called Remote Viewing. Check out the inaugural entry over at Spill.
I can't even rate this film, one of the most thoroughly surreal mind-fucks to which I have ever subjected my consciousness. Damn you Alejandro Jodorowsky, your bizarre imagery will forever haunt my nightmares.