In an early scene in Smile 2, the fictional pop superstar Skye Riley is in her drug dealer’s apartment. “Do you believe in weird stuff?” he asks her, between doing lines of coke.
You certainly will after this horror romp — writer-director Parker Finn’s second movie that suddenly opens up the franchise with the promises of multiple directions in the future. Not for that drug dealer, though: He soon smiles at her demonically as he repeatedly slams a 35-pound gym weight into his head, making it hamburger.
Smile 2 lands as unsettling grins are plastered on pumpkins and politicians alike as we approach Halloween and Election Day, and the psychotic, overly made-up leads of Joker: Folie à Deux have been putting up a brave face at their terrible box-office numbers.
So it’s the perfect time for a sequel to 2020’s Smile, which bridged the gap between elevated art horror and straight-out, unapologetic slasher. Finn this time takes on fame, a better tonal fit than the generational trauma of the first. It’s a meditation on breakdowns in the public eye, with a side dish of body horror.
We start six days after the last movie but they are barely connected — a single character for a few minutes — as we watch a demon that forces its victims to smile before meeting a gruesome end working its way into the low-level drug game.


