CURSE OF THE FLY
You might say it's Price-less
The complete lack of Vincent Price is seriously felt in this sequel, and yes, that's a bad thing. There's nobody here that makes up for his absence.
I hadn't seen Return of the Fly before I saw this one; now I wish I had, because I felt largely lost here.
A beautiful escaped mental patient (hey, I dated one of those) marries into the massively messed-up Fly Family, who keep their more messed-up members in cages in the back yard. Eventually, it's a safe bet that she's gonna walk in on feeding time.
Too slow-moving, this movie just doesn't have much happening in it at all, and one can't help but wish Price was there to liven things up. And how many color movies have black-and-white sequels? That's just weird, man.
One wonders what kind of connection they're using to "beam" each other from London to Montreal. Imagine how long it'd take to download an entire human on yer modem!
"Is this the end?" ask the closing credits. Turns out, it was, unless you count Cronenberg's masterful remake (and its goofy sequel, which further bolsters my belief that the only good thing to come out of Burnaby was Devin Townsend) (and Deep Rising).
Nowhere near as good as Return Of The Fly, let alone The Fly. No wonder it took over two decades to get a remake under way.