Frake-Waterfield attempts to pass off his cheapjack mode as self-conscious kitsch, with a few lines of dialogue which may as well have been spoken while the actor winks towards the lens.

This splatterfest horror feature is better than its predecessor much in the same way succeeding Covid variants are better than the early, more lethal strains.

A sequel that ups the ante in virtually every way—none of them good.

After watching Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey 2, I’m excited to see what these filmmakers have in store and how weird they’re going to go with this whole thing.