The average horror movie does require the viewer to spurn reality to some degree and descend into the realm of dark fantasy. But this still does not mean that every shred of logic and cohesion be utterly renounced, as is done in this movie, the sequel to last year's hit horror flick, I Know What You Did Last Summer.

The current renaissance of modern horror seems to be running out of gas, as did the wave of the late '70s and early '80s. Back then, an emphasis on manufactured shocks and gore replaced horror. Subsequently, the genre degenerated into trash aimed squarely at die-hard horror addicts, morons and prepubescent youths.

Riding the coattails of the Scream craze, the original I Know What You Did raked in millions worldwide. Unfortunately, I Still Know only confirms the fact that the post-Scream wave of horror is now bereft of ideas.

In this sequel, our tortured heroine is once again unable to shake her guilt-ridden dread of the fisherman killer who supposedly drowned at the end of the first film. Now he is back with his big, bad hook and has developed a taste for discotheques, though he doesn't care much for Gloria Gaynor.

Jennifer Love Hewitt reprises her role as the tormented Julie and Freddie Prinze Jr. is also back as Ray - obviously bound by Sony to do a sequel. Brandy, a Sony recording artist, makes her acting debut in this movie.

The director has applied a rather limited technique to create suspense in a series of lame scenes. With slow buildups and obligatory menacing background music, our characters inch towards a door or closet to suddenly open it, accompanied by a loud noise. Countless doors and closets are opened in this manner throughout the movie.

One wishes the makers would realise that this merely jars and startles the audience rather than causing any fear.

I Still Know relies almost entirely on such scenes, injected with utterly contrived tension. To please gore fans, numerous bodies keep popping up from time to time like jack-in-the-boxes in various stages of mutilation.

The most gratifying moment of the film comes in the demise of the truly obnoxious Mekhi Phifer. The plot, if it can be called that, is extremely inane and is largely borrowed from similar genre films - Scream 2 springs to mind as the obvious inspiration.

The only good news is that I Still Know barely scraped in the dollars and Sony may not be as forthcoming with the moolah for "I’ll Always Know What You Did That Summer." May the fisherman, along with his groovy meat hook of an arm, finally rest in peace.