My quick rating – 4.3/10. If Grotesque was my “guilty pleasure” slasher, then Grotesque 2 is that guilty pleasure’s weird cousin. Completely uninvited, kicks the door in on roller skates, and insists you listen to synthwave at full volume. Mildred Moyer (Elizabeth Chamberlain) is back. Yes, back. And apparently alive enough to continue her campaign of vengeance, wide-eyed optimism, and questionable accessory choices. TBH, the moment this thing opened with neon lights and a drug deal on wheels, I knew I was in the right place.
The acting? Oh, it’s awful. Absolutely terrible. And I swear it’s intentional. Like the cast all collectively agreed, “Let’s shoot this like an after-school special but with gore.” The opening kill sets the tone. Messy, practical, and fun in that “I can see the prop guy sweating just off-screen” kind of way. Then Grotesque 2 starts introducing quirky characters at a pace that felt like the director found a grab-bag of archetypes and said yes to all of them. Every one of them is somehow tied to Spretzer Christian Ministries. A name that radiates shady megachurch energy so hard I got flashbacks to the one time I stepped into that cult, Willow Creek. I left feeling exactly the same way I felt watching this movie. Confused, amused, and definitely concerned.
Mildred herself is still a delight, even if everyone keeps mistaking her for “that crazy girl who killed a bunch of people.” Her disguise? Glasses and a ponytail. Clark Kent would be proud. And just when you think Grotesque 2 might try to behave, the movie bundles everyone off to a church retreat in the woods. A retreat. In a horror sequel. Nothing suspicious at all.
The retreat montage is comedy gold, especially if you enjoy camp activities that look like they were filmed by three interns and a phone borrowed without permission. Then comes that decapitation with the bizarre camera effect. Honestly, I laughed harder than I probably should have. Zero blood. Not even a polite trickle. Just pop, head gone, as if Brandon Rhiness suddenly remembered he had $34 left in the FX budget.
And finally, after nearly an hour of setup and baffling side quests, Mildred flips into vengeance mode. The ankle crack kill? Delightfully stupid. Every death after? Equally ridiculous. Elizabeth Chamberlain is clearly having the time of her life, and it’s contagious. Even when the movie threatens to drown itself in unnecessary character scenes nobody asked for.
Grotesque 2 absolutely delivers once it gets going, even if the humor won’t land for everyone. Not every joke hits, but the ones that do are an absolute riot. It’s messy, cheap, goofy, and exactly the kind of absurd sequel I didn’t know I wanted but somehow needed anyway.
