We were all waiting for it (ok, maybe not everyone, but I was). Certainly, we splatterophiles, lovers of ruby ​​red in profusion, were anxiously waiting to find out if we were about to encounter a new disappointment again. Despite my numerous commitments, I couldn't help but dive into this vision. Winnie the Pooh, all blood and no honey, starts with a bang, and she immediately shows that she doesn't want to joke around much. The film's trailblazer doesn't boast any particular originality, let's say it runs in the obvious direction. A forest, a caravan, three dilapidated friends intent on a séance, and the inevitable, monstrously horrifying end. (Worthy of note is the means by which the last unfortunate woman tries to escape, so flashy that it causes hives, really cool.)

The first thing that immediately catches the eye is that the increased budget (one million dollars compared to the one hundred thousand of the first chapter) influenced the quality of the footage. Winnie and Piglet also have a more rotten and convincing appearance, thanks to more realistic masks and make-up. Filming and photography also become more valuable. The thing that, unfortunately, remains stretched, is the screenplay. 

Reluctantly, I cannot promote that one, although it is slightly improved compared to blood and honey. Despite managing to package a superior product to the previous one (and, let's face it, it didn't take much), Rhys Frake-Waterfield, with the help of Matt Leslie, fails to propose an intriguing narrative, tying Winnie The Pooh 2 to a bandwagon splatter, and nothing else.

The film is unable to generate above average interest, it is not captivating, it proposes a plot capable of creating the necessary suspense, and in some points, more than one, honestly, it bores. In practice, the good Rhys, aware of knowing that the feature film will be a great success regardless, presents us with the same soup, more or less, perfecting some things here and there, but leaving out what needed to be fixed first: the plot. In essence, he tells us the same story for the second time, and if the first one had been good, go ahead, but that's not the case.

The gore is good, it convinces, we like it. The hunter's face is beautiful when, still hospitalized, he takes off his bandages like a fury, after telling Christopher: "It was them." One of the best scenes, without a doubt. In the final part the massacre is a devastating fury, the decapitation of one of the sensational victims, there are chainsaws on fire, lots and lots of violence.

Winnie the Pooh three will be there, what can I say. We want to hope that at least in the next sequel, they decide to take pen and paper, or notebook, or any means to write a worthy screenplay, which can bring the number three to higher levels, forgetting these sad trees. For posterity the arduous sentence...

You're poor, especially because I love gore a lot, and here, for sure there is no shortage.