A three-hour sequel that proves longer running time plus a bigger budget does not always equal better.

Rating: 2/10 (8 September 2019)

Where to begin?
Perhaps with the needless prologue where a bunch of teenage Down Eastern rednecks beat up a gay couple in their thirties. Was that even in the original book? I don't think so. And if it was? I still regard it as unnecessary!
Then, there was the constant F-bombing. Is Hollywood employing more script-writers with Taurette's Syndrome? Or were the writers of this particular screenplay just trying to hide the fact that half this movie was so boring, a lot of movie-goers where I went to see this (myself included) were literally starting to fall asleep!
All I know for sure is, if I ran a restaurant where six customers were swearing that frequently and loudly, I would have told them to either shut up and get out, or I'd call the cops. Long before they started killing hallucinatory hobgoblins with expensive restaurant furniture!
The most irrefutable proof that this sucked, however, is the fact that, when the end credits started rolling, absolutely nobody--repeat: NOBODY--clapped for the relatively happy ending.
In short? Rent the original 2-part TV mini-series. You'll find it scarier for what you don't see than what you do.