Nick Weaver’s review published on Letterboxd:
"This one will make your butt scream... and cry!"
Everything I said in my review of the first Death O' Lantern holds true for the sequel. Phoebe returns 27 years later as a Halloween therapist and still tormented by the memory of the pumpkin-headed killer, Stingy Jack. Like all of Seaver's flicks, this is worth a watch purely for its constant stream of raunchy verbiage. That, and seeing a giant pizza slicer tittybang a woman to death through her Fright Rags t-shirt. Classy classy.