Tremors 2: Aftershocks picks up where Tremors left off with Earl Bassett (Fred Ward) who is down on his luck years after the events of the first film. He’s broke, angry, and alone. Enter the Mexican government who’re struggling with a new Graboid infestation and look for help from the only person with that perfect combination of nothing to lose, desperate for cash, and experience killing the subterranean monsters.
While the Graboids aren’t as cunning or terrifyingly intelligent as they were in the first film, the next generation is bipedal and multiply like wet mogwais. Don’t feed either after midnight… or ever.
The plot progresses with explosions and gunfire and gross monster guts. It’s great. Calling these movies ridiculous lacks as much insight as declaring water wet. Of course it is, but it’s also fun. Tremors 2: Aftershocks is like tapioca pudding. If you don’t like its mouthfeel and you eat it anyway you’ve only got yourself to blame.
Tonally Tremors 2: Aftershocks is reminiscent of David Duchovny’s Evolution. If you’re already in the market for a silly monster movie you could do a lot worse than Tremors 2: Aftershocks‘ upbeat joyride .