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I STILL KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER

SYNOPSIS:
It's a year after the traumatic events of the first film, and, although Julie James (Jennifer Love Hewitt) is at college, she still suffers from nightmares. When her roommate Karla (Brandy Norwood) wins a radio contest with a prize of 4 tickets to the Bahamas, she decides that a vacation is just what her on-edge friend needs. So, along with a couple of good-looking guys, Tyrell (Mekhi Phifer) and Will (Matthew Settle), the girls head out to the nearly-deserted vacation paradise of Tower Bay, where the body count is about to start mounting. Meanwhile, before departing for the gore fest, the Gorton's Fisherman has one other little detail to take care of - eliminating Ray (Freddie Prinze Jr.), Julie's boyfriend and fellow survivor, who still lives in his coastal hometown.

"Such a long movie title could easily be reduced to one word Ė overkill. I Still Know takes the popular teen slasher horror genre and milks it so hard that it becomes melodrama. Like the original from which this sequel stems, what the film does well, is establish lively, upbeat central characters who have a zest for life. And those performances are terrific. Jennifer Love Hewitt, with her charming Meg Ryan smile, girl-next door look (and sex goddess body) is convincingly appealing, despite a script that resorts to tired, trite cliches in the second half. Brandy Norwood, singing superstar, has a great look, and together with Tyrell Martin, is a great cast addition. But ultimately itís the contrived, manipulated script and direction that brings this horror flick down into a chasm of sometimes almost laughable farce. There are enough jolts to unsettle, and a chilling music score, but too many bloodied bodies and screaming, and the filmmaker is constantly telling us how to feel. As if we canít work it out for ourselves. Thatís the ultimate manipulation. Hasnít he heard about the power of the imagination, and how much stronger that is than being shown blood and guts? The best thing about the script is that we are not taken back to the scene of the original crime, but take a trip to the not so idyllic Bahamas, where not only brews a hurricane, but shadowy weird characters who loom in and out of the plot. Iím sure there Still Is a market for this type of film, but the fans deserve better. The production is slick and pure Hollywood, but the ending is so ludicrous that you honestly wonder why they bother Ė the best stuff comes in the first half."
Louise Keller

"The scariest bit about this sequel is that it takes the audience for a fool, scaring off newcomers to the genre. It also abuses the audienceís trust. Having developed a decent story and found a suitably exotic location Ė daringly away from the gothic and into the tropical - the filmmakers throw the advantage of freshness away by being silly. Too many false starts (as in scares), orchestrated with slashing chords and flagged too far ahead. Too much dialogue and too long setting up, the film feels mushy for a while, and then falls back on pedestrian devices like shadows, silhouette figures crossing the background and inconceivable apparitions of the stalking killer Ė like the one in a disco - in his telltale hood. There is simply too much to excuse for the film to be credible Ė and without credibility it becomes a jokey game between the filmmaker and the genre-phile: and that means itís become so IN as to be inbred. The final scene is the final insult, reducing the filmís remaining qualities to nought. Pity, because so many of the young actors do a remarkable job, and the production design leaves nothing to be desired."
Andrew L. Urban

"Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the movies ---- the slasher movie with the hook man is back, and what a tiresome, lumbering affair this is. Usually, sequels stem from successful films that had an initial air of worthiness, but the first Summer took itself so seriously and was painful enough to sit through. So from a sub-standard original, comes an inferior follow-up, if that's possible. All the pervading cliches are here, from those creaking floorboards, to the howling wind and that ever present, repetitive music that pulsates on deadly cue. The film itself is directed with pedestrian mediocrity by Danny Cannon, and the shocks are few and far between. It doesn't take much genius to figure out who the killer is. The dialogue is laughable, though there are the odd witty moments uttered by the more reliable Mekhi Phifer, and when she's not screaming her pretty head off, Jennifer Love Hewitt displays some real depth, but those moments are rare. Technically, the film is proficient but lacks a real cinematic energy, despite some sharp editing. We may indeed still know what these young spunks did last summer; we can only prey that it's their last. Enough already!"
Paul Fischer.

"Anyone hoping for a good-old fashioned bloodbath is going to be sorely disappointed with I Still Know What You Did Last Summer. For a teen-scream (term used advisedly) this is more about the chest of Jennifer Love Hewitt than it is about blood and guts. There is plenty of blood and guts, but it's more an amusing kind of clean, shot-from-afar type blood and guts; rarely does one get to see some entrails and you know exactly when you are about to see it anyway. Which brings us to the direction. The word silly springs to mind, but this is no damnation. The film in no way takes itself even slightly seriously, with rarely a scene going by without the sound of a knife being withdrawn from its sheath or the string section announcing possible impending doom. The film has a sense of fun about it and it seems entirely aware of sending itself up, which it does on many occasions. The general effect is one of severe hamfistedness that could only have been deliberate. The dodgy references to voodoo, the staff at the hotel (the manager is hilarious) and the artificial smoke with arc light behind is one of B-grade horror's signatures. I Still Know is great for a laugh and a fairly easy kind of film to follow. It's so straightforward, you don't even have to see the first one. Jennifer Love Hewitt, Brandy et al are extremely amusing with some rather funny one-liners along the way and we are not laboured with any character development whatsoever. The characters are so shallow, a two year old would have trouble getting its shins wet. Which, it must be said, is just fine."
Peter Anderson

"Now that Steven Spielberg is set to win an Oscar for the sort of frenzied bloodbath once found only in films like The Evil Dead, the average youth horror flick is left looking rather pointless. Aimed at a broad audience, light on graphic gore, the unhandily titled I Still Know What You Did Last Summer isn't as overtly jokey as the Scream series, but doggedly follows the same ritualised Friday The 13th plot formula, where a psycho knocks off kids one by one. (The psycho here is a dude with a hook for a hand, which doesnít make for much variety from one assault to the next.) Beginning with the usual dumb scenes of college soap opera, the film picks up slightly once it gets its chosen victims onto their deserted, rained-out island resort Ė already a holiday destination from hell, offering few activities apart from wandering past marshy tennis courts, hassling the unfriendly staff, or fooling with kareoke machines in an empty bar. There are a couple of evocative scenes here (one in a solarium doesnít go far enough) and if director Danny Cannon hardly cares about pacing or character motivation, this makes the inevitable slayings briefly touching: terribly automatic, empty and sad. But a glimpsed possible mood is ruined by stylistic overkill: bludgeoning sound design that overlays screeching violins with screams, pouring rain and thunder; night action scribbled over incessantly with torch beams and lightning, making the final forty minutes a dismal blur."
Jake Wilson

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The sequel to I Know What You Did Last Summer was no accident. FEATURE

CRITICAL COUNT
Favourable: 1
Unfavourable: 4
Mixed: 0

TRIVIA NOTE: The marketing bosses at Columbia Pictures obviously had a lot of problems figuring out what to call this movie. Working titles included:

I Know What You Did Last Summer 2

I Know What You Did Last Summer...The Story Continues

I Know What You Did Two Summers Ago (the only title that makes logical sense)

I Know What You Did Last Summer: The Sequel

I Still Know

The Man With The Hook

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I STILL KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER (MA 15+)
(US)

CAST: Jennifer Love Hewitt, Freddie Prinze Jr, Brandy, Mekhi Phifer, Muse Watson, Bill Cobbs, Matthew Settle, Jeffrey Combs, Jennifer Esposito, John Hawkes

DIRECTOR: Danny Cannon

PRODUCER: Neal H. Moritz, Erik Feig, Stokely Chaffin, William S. Beasley

SCRIPT: Trey Callaway

CINEMATOGRAPHER: Vernon Layton

EDITOR: Peck Prior

MUSIC: Sharon Boyle, John Houlihan

PRODUCTION DESIGN: Doug Kraner

RUNNING TIME: 108 minutes

AUSTRALIAN DISTRIBUTOR: Columbia TriStar

AUSTRALIAN RELEASE: November 26, 1998

VIDEO RELEASE:May 12, 1999
VIDEO DISTRIBUTOR: Columbia TriStar







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