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Horror at its best is cinematic burlesque: Each scene is an extended tease that makes the climactic revelation pay off all the better. Jeepers Creepers 2, by contrast, is most definitely 100 percent all-nude. In the first half of the series’ first film, writer-director Victor Salva harnessed the power of suggestion, using precision editing and careful pacing to create a sense of danger lurking just offscreen. The movie fell flat, though, when that danger finally appeared. In the sequel, the Creeper logs so much screen time that he completely loses his mystique. And Leatherface need not worry about his tenuous hold on horror-villain Mount Rushmore: The Creeper (Jonathan Breck) is pretty much a cipher, a dark-green Freddy-looking thing with fleshy wings and a slobber problem who, for some reason, feeds for 23 days every 23 years before returning to hibernation. JC2 begins at the end of one such 23-day cycle. First, a kid gets abducted from a cornfield while his dad (Ray Wise, who’s way creepier than the Creeper) and brother look on. Then a bus-riding state-championship basketball team gets ambushed on a lonely highway. But the potential for bus-related terror is wasted. Salva brings His Creepiness on- and offscreen every few minutes: Decapitate, fly away, lick the windshield, fly away. There are also far too many kids, all of whom are either unbelievably annoying (Eric Nenninger), unbelievably boring (most everyone else), or both unbelievably psychic and unbelievably similar-looking to the girl who sees visions in Final Destination 2 (Nicki Lynn Aycox). That particular plagiarism (er, homage) certainly dovetails with the fact that each unique element from the first film—the “Where’d you get those peepers?” song, the eye- and lung-eating, the living in a Gothic lair full of embalmed bodies—has vanished. Now, if only the Creeper would do the same. —Josh Levin