I immensely enjoyed and highly recommend both installments of
Happy Death Day. Each film takes a reference point so inescapably obvious that they get lampshaded by name in their respect parts (
Groundhog Day and
Back to the Future Part 2), but I actually think the conceit of the first one surpasses the inspiration… though perhaps my years in the trenches of slasher movies
would lead me to say that, since this is one of the precious few examples of the genre that has some good ideas. Beyond the life lessons learned aspect of the plot, on a basic level this movie gives us a fresh slasher variation: instead of many victims dying over the course of the movie, we get one victim dying over and over in new ways! Thus our protagonist must solve her own murder before it happens, and unlike in
Groundhog Day, there's a worrying debt of physical trauma the protag carries over from day to day to indicate that she doesn't have unlimited chances to get it right... Not unlike the similar on paper
Triangle (a better film, but one with different aims) and
Groundhog Day, it’s obvious that the proceedings here are symbolic representations of therapy: making mistakes, learning what’s wrong, trying things out, and arriving on a solution that addresses the past and leaves you better equipped for the future. But the first film pushes this a bit further with its one truly great idea in the finale when
We get the ideal happy ending, with the protagonist doing everything right, and all is wrapped up in a satisfying bow… and nothing’s changed. Has that thing-- the pursuit of what we thought we knew about ourselves and the agony of discovering the thing we thought would solve everything in fact has not and will not and we’ve still got work to do-- ever been more cleverly relayed in any film? There’s something unexpectedly poignant about the “satisfying” ending not being the canon ending of the film— and that’s life. How rare it is that everything is as perfect as we planned/hoped/strived for. Sometimes you got to go with what works, even if that means forgoing the ideal and just kicking someone out a window (hopefully more metaphorically for us than here!).
Real talk: Moments like this are why I watch movies and love movies. I ask every film to tell me something new or tell me something I already knew in a new way. This does both. And it’s also wildly entertaining besides, with Jessica Rothe, who’s on-screen virtually every second of the film, giving a should-be star making perf (hey, it landed her another hit in… the sequel to this!) and helping sand the edges of some of the rougher/dopier beats by sheer will.
Happy Death Day 2U l does what every good sequel should do: recognize it’s completely unnecessary (
especially for a movie like the original where there is no conceivable need for plot continuation) and just fuck with everything from the first. The film wisely, wisely, WISELY recognizes that it can’t return to the slasher movie mode of the first and settles into being a broad sci-fi comedy reconfiguration. Like
Back to the Future Part 2, the film possesses an almost unnerving specificity in its myriad repurposings of every strand of the first film, big or small (I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a sequel so exhaustively catalog every last actor and location from the first film). And since it has no claims to be anything but an extended pisstake, the film is by design and by fate destined to not be as good as the first. But the low-stakes nature does not inhibit the film from sharing the most important virtue of its predecessor: it is
deeply entertaining. The first film had a wicked sense of humor, but there are lots more laughs this time, especially in this one’s return bite of the first film's death montage apple:
Here replacing the parade of Rothe’s Tree dying at the hands of the killer with her offing herself in increasingly silly and over the top ways in a gloriously tasteless suicide-for-laffs sequence that makes me wonder how in the world this series could ever top itself in figuring out a way to configure another twist on this kind of montage when not if a third entry comes into inevitable fruition-- though I suspect Rothe and company won't be wearing cowboy hats!