The film is only in the business of supplying the sort of fear that hinges entirely on the shock of the exotic.
It doesn’t suggest documentary footage found in the woods so much as a haunted-house version of Hardcore Henry.
It connects 1980s horror-movie nostalgia cleverly and implicitly to the real fears that haunt contemporary American life.
David’s perversity as a character is mostly disarming for how it illuminates the sadness with which a foe can so readily be confused for a savior.
This Blu-ray disc’s disappointing sound mix is still not enough to detract from the film’s gleeful mumblecore-assaulting pleasures.
Throughout, Joe Swanberg connects Generation Y’s fetish for past pop-cultural kitsch to its attending sexual insecurities.
A welcome contrast to the first film’s snuff-y atmosphere and mean-spiritedness, with more humor, fewer hateful characters, and occasional twinges of relatable human emotion.
As a horror movie that feels more like a mumblecore drama that a serial killer passes through, it’s deaf to its own shifting tones.