Species II

Most of this is silly, dim-witted stuff, but a few of the shocks carry some of the crude power of Jack Arnold's low-budget horror films of the 50s.

"Species" at least had the benefit of Henstridge's glazed porn-doll perversity, but this time any glimmers of sexual ominousness are buried in a lame, desultory chase plot and in the woefully underimagined special effects.

Though it never really taps into the whole JFK-as-alien-sex-fiend plot as a source of satire, Species 2 is still the superior piece of trash its predecessor should have been.

What ensues is a Halloween-style blood bath accompanied by graphic sex scenes.

In the spring a monster's fancy lethally turns to thoughts of lust. This thought, reduced to a level contemptuous of taste and reasonable intelligence, underlies Species II.

Though Species II is far from serious and aimed squarely at the hairy-palmed, it really didn't need to be quite this rotten.

Brain-melting, head-spinning rank toxicity that shows no evidence of intelligence as we know it.

Es más entretenida que la primera y tiene mejor ritmo, es lo único que se puede rescatar de esta absurda secuela, o sea, no me cabe en el cerebro que a expensas de todo lo ocurrido en la primera parte hayan creado a otro híbrido alienígena con el ADN de Sil sin ningún motivo convincente, tampoco me cabe todas las estúpidas ideas que le siguen, como la de enviar gente a Marte sabiendo el tremendo riesgo que eso significaba y que el único propósito de dicha raza alienígena sea aparearse como perros en celo apenas si funcionó a la primera, pero a la segunda ya se vuelve predecible.

Species 2 may have some cool scenes throughout this movie, but overall it was flawed and dull. It had bad acting, and a predictable, awful ending. C-= 42 (4.2/10 rounds to 4/10)

It's laughable that anyone would give this movie a 10 score. What were you thinking? Watch the first one, forget the rest.

Species made in 1995 had everything, some humour, sex, nudity, gore, action and violence and was beautifully directed and and made and it felt interesting and entertaining.... A few years later in 1998 we had SPECIES II which is a sci-fi horror sequel and I've seen this movie. Michael Madsen, Marg Helgenberger and Natasha Henstridge from the original made in 95 return for this sequel. Some astronaut gets infected with alien DNA after some mission to Mars then starts mating a dozen women when he gets back to earth and 4 minutes later the women give birth with their stomach's popping open and blood all over the place and alien babies sticking their head out of the dead women's stomach's.. Justin Lazard is the man infected with the alien DNA and he's the main character unlike the original it was Natasha Henstridge as the alien seductress and she returns in Species II as some half human/half alien named Eve with Justin Lazard as the alien main character not her.... Like the original Michael Madsen and Marg Helgenberger hunt it down but Species II even with all the gore, blood, excessive violence, action, sex scenes and Natasha Henstridge fully naked still felt dull and uninteresting and basically ugly compared to the original. Species made in 1995 was gorey, bloody, had action and violence and nudity and sex scenes but it felt interesting to a degree and entertaining and beautifuly directed and had a fairly decent story. Species II was just an ugly mess and even a few naked pornstars couldn't save it let alone a fully naked Natasha Henstridge because Species II even with all the violence and sex and nudity was still crap and even the sex scenes were rubbish which is laughable. Species II just feels horrible, depressing and an ugly mess compared to the original and a step down in quality. Justin Lazard can't act to save his life and Species II is one of the worst sci-fi movies ever made and certainly one of the worst sequels in film history. Horrible and crap film.

I genuinely thought Species (1) would be the worst movie I watched this year. Then I watched Species II to see if they improved on the formula. They did not. Not worth watching.