The ending is anti-climatic and predictable. Sorry--no head vampire twist this time. Actually, that was another difference between this movie and the original. The mystery element--totally gone. Futhermore, the movie trades the anguish of burgeoning teenage sexuality as metaphor for monstrousness (one of the best things about the first film) for cheap, soft-core moments. Everyone in the movie seems to think that the first thing you do with someone you meet and find attractive is jump into bed with them after knowing them for five minutes.
There are a couple good things, in case you're a diehard Lost Boys fan and will watch this movie no matter what (like me.) So, fear not, it's not a total waste of your time. For one thing, Corey Feldman is awesome, reprising his Edgar Frog role. Honestly, you can hardly tell he's twenty years older, except for the fact he's a little taller and his voice is deeper. He's fun. There's a Tom Savini cameo, complete with some intestine-eating--totally played for laughs. There's an oiled, shirtless fat dude playing the saxophone on a street corner. And there are two moments in the film, where the parody rises above itself to almost become what I'd call a shot-for-shot homage that is so similar to the original, it's still visually stunning. (Actually, the look of the movie isn't half bad. It's no Schumaker film, but, well, what is?) Or maybe it's just that damned "Cry, Little Sister" song. Even a cover gives me chills. Great fucking song!!!
Argh. Why can't they let me write the scripts to these movies??