The payback element still applies to this sequel, but maybe I am just over this whole genre of “torture porn.” Eitehr that or I just can’t handle the gender reversed plot structure. Simply put, I did not like this movie. Actually, let me rephrase. I hated this movie. Loathed it. Wanted to walk out. Wanted to throw things at the screen. And, when it was all I over, what I wanted more than anything was to hear from some media contact that the moderately talented writer/director was never going to be able to make another motion picture ever again.

Don’t get me wrong. I am a horror junkie. I am okay with torture and degradation if the plot both calls for it and there is some sort of suspenseful reason for these sequences to be taking place. I have taken sick satisfaction in the films of Dario Argento. I’ve had a great time taking in the collective works of Lucio Fulci. I think Wes Craven’s Last House on the Left is one of the most downright terrifying and unsettling motion pictures ever made. Heck, I’ve even sung Roth’s praises (especially in regards to his debut Cabin Fever and his wonderful Thanksgiving trailer attached to Grindhouse) in the past, held him up as an example of a boundary-pushing auteur worth keeping an eye on.

Well, right now my eye is firmly turned in the other direction. I don’t need to see some naked Eastern European hottie maliciously tease a pleading, naked American girl with a sickle. I don’t want to watch said woman slice the upside girl this way and that, finally slashing her throat in two sitting in a bathtub while the poor thing’s blood cascades down upon her like rain. This takes the orgiastic destruction of women and the fetishes associated with them to an entirely new level of inhumanity and it is a place I do not ever wish to go to again.

Forget about the plot, there really isn’t anything to say about it that’s remotely good, and don’t even think of trying to connect to the actors. Roth doesn’t care about them and he doesn’t care about his audience. His goal is to push things as far as he can, take them to the absolute extreme to discover how much his audience can actually take.

Well, this audience of one, once upon a time one of the director’s fans, can’t take any more. She’s over him, over this film and maybe even over this whole horror genre. For me, the only thing more brutal than the subject matter in Hotel Part II is trying to sit through it. This is the most unforgivable movie, more so than Norbit, of the year. You’ve been warned.

Film Rating: no stars  (out of 4)