I kinda liked Death Toilet (at least probably more than I should’ve) but unfortunately, the title is the best thing about this shitty (no pun intended) sequel.
Years after he successfully sued the toilet company for selling him a possessed toilet, Nam vet Brett (Mike Hartsfield) is traveling the globe on the stock car circuit. Still haunted by the evil John, he asks his friend Father Dingleberry (Isaac Golub) to help him be rid of the Satanic shitter once and for all.
The big gimmick for this one is the onscreen fart counter so you can see just how much screen time is devoted to people farting. It’s also a good way to gauge how much of your life you’re wasting while watching this mess.
The first one was amusing and got a lot more mileage from the premise than I expected. Death Toilet Number 2 gave me just about what I expected. Maybe even a little less. It’s also heavily padded with flashbacks to the first movie, needless race car footage, and scenes from an old military filmstrip hosted by James Arness. There’s also a purposefully cheesy light rock theme song that doesn’t manage to elicit any laughs.
Even though it’s set years after the first movie, Brett still has a fresh bloody bandage on his neck from where he was cut by the toilet in the original. Why is it still bloody? Is he still picking at the scab? (Sadly, we never get any confirmation if he still has his balls or not seeing how he got them cut off by the Death Toilet at the end of the first flick.)
I guess you could say the highlight of all this comes during the toilet paper attack. Or when Father Dingleberry calls the toilet a “mother flusher”. Either way, Death Toilet Number 2 belongs in the shitter.
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