Witchouse 2 isn’t the quintessential haunted house slasher that Witchouse was. It starts off with a five-minute found footage sequence; the first of several that will come and go. What follows isn’t the campy sequel you’d expect. It’s rather heavy, in fact; heavy in tone and packed with dialogue. Ultimately, this film is everything but what is expected; all but what it should be.
The title of this franchise is comprised of two eloquent words this convoluted script derogates from constantly. It’s puzzling and frustrating. Douglas Snauffer wrote this film, and he wanted to tell a layered story, presumably to show that he can. Witchouse 1 wasn’t a masterpiece, it wasn’t layered, but it was fun. Witchouse 2, on the other hand, feels like homework.
The acting isn’t great. The humor is intermittent but you probably won’t laugh. Characters are acting dumb because the dialogue sounds dumb. It’s like the creators couldn’t decide if they wanted a drama or a comedy. The quality of the photography is on and off. Witchouse 2 beats around the bush, until it becomes a Blair Witch/Bloody Mary rip-off. Nice ending, but too little too late.