Katie Holmes is as bored as the audience in this lazy retread of the 2016 chiller about a havoc-causing doll
Watching Brahms: The Boy II, an awkwardly titled and staggeringly incompetent sequel to a film no one remembers, one’s mind will wander. After giving up on trying, and failing, to find some vaguely passable entertainment up on the big screen, a flurry of questions will circulate, ranging from the logical to the existential, an increasingly desperate attempt to understand the hows and whys of what got us all to this hopeless place. How did anyone think a sequel to The Boy was a worthwhile endeavour? Why isn’t Katie Holmes reading scripts before she signs on? How did a horror film get made by someone so unfamiliar with how to actually make a horror film? Why does any of this matter?
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