Shane arrives in Louisiana, to oversee the bar while Uncle Nate recuperates. Meanwhile, Wild Bill is still dealing lots of drugs and intent on purchasing the bar already.
“Road House 2” is to be commended for one small thing: It’s got a half-decent bunch of brawls in it -and- it’s got easily one of the most ferocious catfights ever. This is a mindless, silly mess, an idiotic sequel that disregards the simple rules and philosophy setup in the previous film. The major miscalculation is in creating one of the most obnoxious female love interests in screen history. Ellen Hollman is an attractive woman, but as written, she is a total zero. Her inclusion in the film is absolutely perfunctory. She is not a character so much as a plot device. “Road House 2” is not terrible, especially considering some of the direct-to-DVD world. It is a good looking picture with well-choreographed fight scenes and a rather breezy 86 minute running time.
Making a good sequel — particularly one that contains none of the actors, characters, or locations from the original film — requires one thing above all else: getting the tone right. Anybody sitting down to watch “Road House 2: Last Call” will expect a campy, fun action movie that takes place in the same outsized world of legendary coolers, tan villains, and internal strife. Shane Tanner isn’t as fun much as Patrick Swayze as Dalton in the original. Swayze had an indefinable energy that allowed him to play everything to the over-the-top fullest.
The same can’t be said for Schaech. The opening scene seems to exist to paint Shane Turner with the same brush as his “father”— an undercover DEA agent at a strip club, Shane spends some post-arrest time receiving a lap dance from another undercover DEA agent. When he lists Dalton’s rules to the workers at Nate’s bar, Shane seems sort of amused (and so do his employees) instead of absolutely committed to what amounts to basic rules for bouncers and bar backs.
It obviously doesn’t come near the original, but why does it even try? The connections to the first film are thinner than cheesecloth, and it’s sort of pathetic to ride another film’s coattails just to make a quick buck on name recognition.