I Still Know What You Did Last Summer

REVIEW
More nubile teens get hacked-up…what fun. Hewitt returns in this cheesy sequel to the not-quite-as-cheesy hit as the intelligence-impaired heroine. Her lack of world geography somehow lands her and her equally dim chums on an isolated vacation resort. Oh, there's a storm. Oh, there's a killer on the loose. As the secondary characters die around her (their sole purpose of existence anyway), Hewitt is promptly stalked by an unstoppable slasher in a raincoat who, frankly, is less frightening than your average Cher impersonator. I Still Know… would make a great drinking game: imbibe every time gratuitous profanity is uttered; at every clichéd fake scare; and at every shot of Hewitt's heaving bosom. And, hey, everyone's wasted - that's the only way one can derive pleasure from this howling dud.