Another stop-me-if-you've-heard-this sequel, with young Ragsdale emerging from three years of psychotherapy to find that the vampires he's been persuaded are imaginary really do exist. Having convinced TV horror-show host McDowall that the fanged ones are back in business, Ragsdale confronts the deliciously dangerous Carmen, sister of suave bloodsucker Chris Sarandon whom they stalked in Part 1. With Carmen's fatal allure substituted for Sarandon's sexually ambiguous charm, the intriguing homoerotic overtones of the original give way to a more blatant equation of hunger and desire. What few innovations there are - notably Carmen's spectacular usurpation of McDowall's show - go for nothing. Wallace's direction lackes the flair and intelligence that Tom Holland brought to Fright Night. NF.