Alex Proft’s review published on Letterboxd:
Woof. I tend to take horror sequels with nigh-unanimous bad ratings with a grain of salt seeing as how I tend to enjoy a decent amount of them for one reason or another but this one, man this really is garbage. You can tell Craven was only in it for the money. The prospect of making a THHE sequel and turning it into a more generic Friday-esque slasher to cash in on the craze isn't even necessarily that bad of an idea on paper, but this is so beholden to the original movie in the most bizarre ways it really never works as its own thing. Even if it did, it's boring as fuck. Lame kills, lame characters, lame dialogue. It's just lame.