Buck (Robert Patrick), a bank robber, gathers a gang together to join Luther, an escaped criminal (Duane Whitaker), on a heist in Mexico. But car trouble leads Luther to The Titty Twister bar, which is still run by vampires.
From Dusk Till Dawn made money, so we have From Dusk Till Dawn 2: Texas Blood Money. Money is the only reason for this sucker to exist as there wasn’t anything else that needed to be said when the first one ended.
Like a six-year-old with a dull crayon, director Scott Spiegel, tries to stay in the lines as he colors this new film from a tracing of the original. So, we’ve got a new escaped criminal. And he and four others go down Mexico way (though I’m a bit confused with boarder crossings), and stumble upon The Titty Twister bar (which has become a far more sedate place). Of course that means it’s time for the film to switch from gritty crime to horror. Is this sounding familiar?
From Dusk Till Dawn was a nearly brain dead movie. It wasn’t deep or meaningful or original or conceptually interesting. What it had was a group of really talented people (Robert Rodriguez, Quentin Tarantino, George Clooney, Harvey Keitel, Juliette Lewis, Salma Hayek, Cheech Marin, Tom Savini) playing around, and when all those folks play, it’s fun to watch.
From Dusk Till Dawn 2: Texas Blood Money is the same mindless sludge, but this time the people rolling around in it have less talent (or none at all). What worked before falls flat now.
The first five minutes, with Bruce Campbell and Tiffani-Amber Thiessen (both in cameos) meeting vampire bats in an elevator, is a kick, but is unrelated to the rest of the movie. The vampire and cop fight at the end is OK as well, for empty mayhem, so catch the beginning, go cut your front lawn, and catch the last fifteen minutes.