Another day, another scuzzball getting his ass stuck in an ugly-tinted afterlife awaiting final judgment for all of his sins. Luckily, our scuzzball is played by Dean fuckin’ Winters and I’m always happy when he shows up outside of those “Mayhem” commercials.
He’s a stockbroker with amnesia following a car accident which has put him in the hospital and caused his wife Kirsty (Yes! A returning Ashley Laurence) to go missing (although he’s convinced she drowned but no body, no crime). He suffers intense headaches, horrific visions and his memory has gone to shit, which has the two detectives looking for his wife (or the fate that befell her) pretty damn suspicious of the man. Trevor attempts to piece things together on his own and it begins pointing in a troubling direction, a direction that contains his sleazy actions, the Lament Configuration Box and the dangerous creatures it calls forth. Much hornier than it’s been for a long time and it at least attempts to tie it in to the original, even if it feels a tad half-assed thanks to the lovely Ashley Laurence being relegated to mostly flashbacks. The cast is solid across the board which helps because it takes itself ridiculously serious for such a predictable plot (even though the ending is the right twist) but that’s to be expected following the unnecessarily grave Inferno. Lighten up team! We’ve all seen Se7en… we can be a little lighter in our material about bdsm killers and leather-daddy demons. “If there is a pain in your head… it’s in your head.”








