stupid movie. im all for dumb horror movies with boneheaded allegories, but it felt like the writers room was just danny mcbride and david gordon green patting each other on the back. theres just an air of incompetence to this that is out of place after its' sturdy, if hollow, predecessor. but you have to sit through the camera spasming its way through every scene, just to try and trick the audience into thinking there's at least a trace of kineticism.

even the brutality of the violence (which you expect from a movie with KILLS in the title) gets stale after a while. doesnt feel like there's any passion driving it, more like someone checked their watch, realised mike hadn't done anything for 10 minutes, so they just get him to stab some random extra. uninspired.

and man oh man. evil doesnt even die tonight. so pleeease, SHUT THE FUCK UP about it