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Full Moon’s franchise players manage to resurrect their creator in a lovely cemetery-set pre-credits bit that’s over way too soon. Ya see, they need more of Toulon’s formula to keep on getting into their tiny hijinks and to do that, they’ll be needing brain fluid… don’t ask me, I majored in literature and not supernatural puppet science. So, it’s quite convenient that the abandoned Bodega Bay Inn has just been broken into by a group of enthusiastic paranormal investigators with some bullshit government department and an eccentric psychic (the wonderful Nita Talbot who went up against giant crabs in Island Claws, a dead horror actor in Frightmare and a haunted clock in Amityville 6! This badass has one hell of a résumé.) aware of the locations troubling history. One night in the place leads to two deaths and the discovery of one of the homicidal puppets, which gets the team’s surviving members excited about what they’ve found, even if their slightly bummed about the death of one of their own. Toulon shows up under a pseudonym and looking like he’s really into Invisible Man cosplay, claiming he’s the hotel’s owner but giving the team permission to keep on researching. Also arriving is Michael Kenney (the psychic’s son, looking for his mom and played by Collin Bernsen who definitely personifies a casting choice in any movie produced by David DeCoteau) to play hunky hero with no personality and love interest for cute red head running the group of government-funded paranormal researchers. Toulon has his eyes (goggles) set on resurrecting his beloved wife and of course he sees the lead investigator as her reincarnation. Which is perfect for soul-transferring into the creepy-ass life-size puppet you have made of your wife… or so I assume. Remember, literature was my major. It’s fun for what it is as director David Allen injects plenty of Universal Monster charm into his turn at the wheel but it still has some dalliances into territory that just feels like treading water. Still, we get plenty of puppet action and be it stop motion or stiff stepping, I fucking love it. Steve Welles has a blast hamming it up as Toulon, there’s a new puppet with a penchant for burning his victims to a crisp (even an annoying brat!) bewbs! and George Buck Flower gets his ass murdered by a toy. Yes, that is a recommendation. A better sequel because it had a bit more fun. Still, the best was yet to come because the next outing would have the puppets as heroes going up against those rat bastard Nazis.
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