Brahms: The Boy II

What the film's director William Brent Bell and writer Stacey Menear do get right, however, is Brahms's ability to endear himself to those around him.

Quoth the other, more bewhiskered and musically inclined Brahms, "The only true immortality lies in one's children." Oh, Johannes, if only you knew.

It's a grim sign that this clunky title turns out to be the most distinctive, memorable element of the film.

There aren't that many minutes to mess up, but the film manages to make it feel much longer.

This is a lazy sequel.

It's not that the movie is bad and dumb, though-make no mistake-it is both. It's that it is filled with confounding choices...

Nonsensical and unimaginative, the sequel offends on almost all counts. Even as a standalone, it's dull and rash. If this movie is an attempt at building a franchise, it's a poor jump-off.

A dreadful trudge through dodgy horror clichés.

Entertaining horror film, with a diabolical doll included, for an afternoon of scares, and little else. [Full review in Spanish]

Trope after trope after trope.