As if the first 'Feast' wasn't cringe worthy enough, here comes a follow up to make you cry - I'm just not sure whether it's tears of sadness or tears of laughter. We join the action where the last one left us, with the last remaining survivors of the bar attack fleeing for their lives as they attempt to escape this rare breed of carnivorous creatures. Unfortunately for them, despite the fact they are picked up by local towns folk, the beasts soon coming knocking down their doors and taking over the streets in a new wave of attack. We see more of the predators this time as opposed to seeing them in fits and starts from the inside of the bar in the first movie, but that's no great benefit as part of the suspense was the not knowing of exactly who or what was laying in waiting. Instead we are 'treated' to an extreme display of bloody graphics ranging from torn out intestines, to exhausts impaled in skulls and acid dissolving faces to the bone. There's less story and more torture, including the random exposure of one monster fornicating with a cat and the sacrifice of a new born baby in horrific fashion. The latter seemed particularly unnecessary as that's just a total faux pas in horror concepts. To be fair you know you're not getting a classic when introduced to the characters in this movie, such as a lesbian looking biker clan, a couple of midget wrestlers, and the hillbilly grandpa, but at least this never tries to be anything other than a cringe worthy spectacle and never takes itself too seriously - that's obvious from the moment the dead animal farts when being disected. The comedy value made me appreciate this that little bit more but in truth it's pretty terrible with one of the most abrupt endings I have ever seen. I'm sure this is all explained in the third instalment but it finishes like the directors were told to wrap proceedings up in a matter of seconds, which basically spoils any minute opportunity for the writer to redeem himself. Not to be repeated, but gives a giggle or two!