In its second season, The Following remains trash that doesn’t even have the common courtesy to be self-consciously trashy.
The film is pitched halfway between legitimately self-aware slasher camp and—shudder—a sincere relationship thriller.
The film is memorable only insofar as its colossal, rank ineptitude will linger in unlucky viewers’ minds for years to come.
The film seesaws ineptly between stale horror clichés, ludicrously excessive gore, and political allegory.