Ricky, younger brother of the hulking Billy from the first movie, tells the story via flashback. Ricky, locked in an asylum, is being interviewed by his thirteenth psychiatrist. I'm not sure what happened to all the others. But I damn well know you shouldn't leave a big musclebound insane man locked in a room with a whisper thin, milquetoast psychiatrist.
After our recap of the first flick, we discover that after Billy's death, Ricky was adopted by a nice Jewish couple, (you see, to avoid the whole Christmas issue). So far so good. But if you go out on the street, you can't avoid Santa, nuns, the color red, or the fact that his brother Santa Billy was killed in front of Ricky's very eyes. Yeah, I don't think things are going to work out so well for poor Ricky.
As an adult, Ricky is a big buff guy who can't act his way out of a paper bag, but that's part of the enjoyment of this movie. How did this guy get the role? I suppose he's able to squint and look evil, and he's got big muscles, but the acting, yikes! Mostly Ricky serves up his brand of psycho justice to those who are naughty, and a few other poor souls who get caught in his way. Plus he laughs, oh how he laughs, in an extremely fake, awkward way that made me giggle.
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