The original Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer lies somewhere near the top of the "low-budget horror movies that don't really need a sequel" list. But when did that ever stop anyone, especially as far as horror films go? The first Henry marked the debut of director John McNaughton, who went on to helm Mad Dog And Glory and Wild Things. Made in the mid-'80s for a staggeringly low budget, but delayed due to its conflict with the ratings board, Henry still covered The Silence Of The Lambs' creepy serial-killer-next-door territory well in advance. But a sequel? Really, why bother? Without McNaughton, whose removed, documentary-like quality gave the original many of its chills, and Neil Giuntoli rather than Michael Rooker tackling the titular psychopath, there's little reason to check out the belated release of this refuse. This time, the plot centers on Giuntoli's pathological relationship with his co-workers and, in particular, arsonist friend Rich Komenich, who thinks insurance scams will shock his pal Giuntoli until he shows Komenich what he does for fun. There's also a lame subplot involving Carri Levinson, the niece of Komenich's flirtatious wife (Kate Walsh), who harbors suicidal tendencies and fancies Giuntoli. Most distracting, though, is the fact that Giuntoli looks like Phil Hartman and delivers his lines like Dirty Harry (especially curious in light of the victims, who are mostly "scum" like drug dealers, the homeless, and drug users). Some weak attempts at humor—"So, Henry, you're a good looking guy. Do you have a girl stashed away somewhere?"—are, of course, tasteless, and reveal Henry 2 as crass exploitation flick that's no different from the average post-Psycho stabfest.