Most unnecessary sequel ever?

Parello's belated sequel is a virtual revamp of the original's basic plot. Giuntoli is creepily competent but no match for the blood-freezing Michael Rooker. On its own, this is a reasonably well executed (so to speak) descent into slaughter and sleaze, sort of what _Stepfather II_ was to the original. But as a successor to a true pioneer, this unnecessary reprise is little more than a faint echo of the original's shout of celluloid rage.