I didn't see the original, "I Know What You Did Last Summer", but then one shouldn't need to, to pick up the story-line. It only takes a few salient runs of dialogue, as may be necessary, to fill us in on what we missed.

Jennifer Love Hewitt plays Julie James, traumatised by her experience in the first movie. Her school work is suffering the effects of sleepless or otherwise nightmare-filled nights. Her boyfriend can't handle the mood-swings and self-indulgent pity. She is bordering on depression beyond hope. Aw, snap out of it, girl! (it's a horror, don't forget. Sensitivity and realism are well out the window).

Flatmate and best friend Karla Wilson (Brandy) tries her best to raise the spirit of her friend, to no avail -- until she wins four tickets to the Bahamas in a radio quiz. Reluctantly Julie agrees to go without her boyfriend, who's playing hard to get or something (don't try and read too deeply into the plot. Just scream at the appropriate moment and try not to let the fingernails dig too deep into your mum's leather sofa).

Karla lines Julie up with a substitute date for the trip. Luckily, he's cute and they get along just dandy.

Obviously the trip to paradise must turn into a living hell for the four lovebirds, but then that's what we're here for.

The suspense is gripping at quite a few stages through the viewing and does get the old ticker clipping along at times. But, what we really want is to see some blood and gore, eh? That's what these movies offer and that's why we watch them, isn't it? So why beat about the bush? There are a few novel ways to die demonstrated herein and none of them recommended by Jack Kavorkian. I particularly liked the one where the guy is thwacked under the chin by the bad guy's hook-hand and lifted out through the window of his pickup like a stunned mullet impaled on an outsized fishing hook.

I Still Know What You Did Last Summer is a horror, as I'm sure its predecessor was, in the same vein as Nightmare on Elm Street or Night of the Living Dead. It relies heavily on the scare factor and less on any credible plot. As a representative of its genre, I'd have to rate this movie highly (far higher than if I were to rate it on any other criteria). Four out of five guttural screams.