The tyranist's thoughts
I really liked House. It was inventive and fun and pretty different for a haunted house movie. It was made in the '80s which is always a bonus and partook fully of that great decade. Then they decided to make a sequel and much like most sequels to '80s horror, they decided that it needed to be funnier rather than scarier. This has been done well a couple times in cases like Hello Mary Lou: Prom Night 2 and Sleepaway Camp II: Unhappy Campers. More often it's been done poorly. This movie falls into the latter category.
So another guy has inherited the house. He shows up and immediately, odd things happen that all tie back to one of his ancestors and a Mexican crystal skull. Well, they go up the hill to the cemetery and dig great-grandpa up only to discover that the skull (which was conveniently in the casket with him) attracts more than a few undesirable types, the evillest of which is great-grandpa's former partner-in-crime.
Filled with fake scares and bad '80s gags, this movie fails on nearly every level. Even the totally hot girlfriend isn't that hot at all. It's like they thought that making a sequel just meant easy money. About the only interesting thing about the movie (which was written and directed by the writer of the first one) is that somewhere along the line they decided that if the first had George Wendt, the second desperately needed John Ratzenberger. Hmm. Does a cast-member of cheers really make a horror movie that much better? Okay, I'll give you Bebe Neuwirth, but she's the exception.
As you might be able to tell, I really didn't care for this one. It was unfunny and really pretty tedious. I suppose if you are some sort of weird completist, you'll want to see it, but if you listen to me, you'll skip it.