Pet Sematary II (1992)
The "sematary" is up to its old zombie-raising tricks again. This time, the protagonists are Jeff Matthews, whose mother died in a Hollywood stage accident, and Drew Gilbert, a boy coping with an abusive stepfather.
- Mary Lambert
- John Wildermuth
- Jeffrey Wetzel
- Nancy Blewer
- Jesse Long
- Richard Outten
- Stephen King
Rating: 5.398/10 by 534 users
Alternative Title:
Pet Sematary 2 - US
Jurtjyrkogården 2 - SE
Pet Cemetery II - US
Pet Sematary Two - US
禁入坟场2 - CN
宠物坟场 续集 - CN
禁入坟场 续集 - CN
Simetierre 2 - FR
Cimetière Vivant Deux - CA
Cementerio viviente 2 - ES
Cementerio viviente dos - ES
Country:
United States of America
Language:
English
Runtime: 01 hour 40 minutes
Budget: $8,000,000
Revenue: $17,092,453
Plot Keyword: underdog, based on novel or book, parent child relationship, veterinarian, villain, resurrection, stepfather, woods, zombie, dog, pet cemetery, woman director
So first question... Why? The easy-on-the-eye Edward Furlong ("Jeff") and hid dad "Chase" (Anthony Edwards) move to the Maine town of Ludlow after his mother dies in a freak electrical accident whilst filming a horror movie! Needless to say, the teenager is still a little bit traumatised when they arrive at his mother's old home and so is suitably susceptible when his pal "Drew" (Jason McGuire) tells him of the reputedly recuperative powers of the pet graveyard near their town. He is going to test the theory with his recently deceased mutt "Zowie" and this triggers a course of events that has poor old "Jeff" soon contemplating putting his mother in the same ground in the hope that she, too, might come back to life. This is actually quite comical to start with, but as it progresses it becomes little better than a cheap and cheerful zombie movie that is totally devoid of peril and suffers from a some very wooden acting and a very limited special effects budget. It lacks the subtly and cumulative power of the original Stephen King story - instead opting for shock tactics that really only raise a smile rather than the hairs on the back of your neck. A sequel nobody needed, sorry.
