A Haunted House 2 (R) Despite the hot garbage that was last year’s A Haunted House — a languid, grating attempt at throwing Marlon Wayans back into the always lucrative horror parody business — it still made money. Like, millions of dollars. A lot of this has to do with how cheaply these things can be made. I guess Wayans comes cheap these days, and by filming these things in a single location, a whole lot of corners can be cut and, unfortunately, there’s no way it wouldn’t make millions of dollars, which is a depressing, depressing thought. Since there’s no way a sequel could fail, either, here comes A Haunted House 2, which is just the first movie all over again. And I’m not totally being sarcastic, since it could be the first movie. I’ve attempted to erase that thing from my gray matter, but there do appear to be differences. While the general found footage aspect of the movie remains, this time around, Wayans and company are going after movies like Sinister and James Wan’s Insidious, Insidious: Chapter 2, and The Conjuring. And by going after, I mean just pulling things from the trailers and grafting some weed and sex jokes onto them. There’s exactly one amusing joke (about Madea Goes to Mars, which sounds infinitely better than this) that only exists to remind you what humor is before the rest of the movie tramples your better inclinations. This is, after all, a movie with a Wayans in it, and while it’s only a single, solitary Wayans, it’s still a Wayans, and he’s leading this march of puerility.
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