By JON HOCHSCHARTNER--
"Donnie Darko" was one of my absolute favorite films in high school. If memory is correct, and it's sometimes murky at my advanced age (like Roberta Sparrow's), I was the first of my friends to see it. Either way, I felt like it was "my" movie, with the possessiveness you might feel if you caught one of the Door’s first shows as the house band at Whisky a Go Go.
In the case of “S. Darko”, a sequel to the original cult classic, I willingly disavow any sense of ownership. In a word, ohmygoditsucked. (That said, it's available at local DVD rentals, as it unsurprisingly was released straight to DVD) Seven years after Donnie was crushed by a jet engine, Samantha, his youngest sister, has embarked on a cross-country road trip to find work as a professional dancer. Remember Sparkle Motion? Samantha’s car breaks down around Utah, and that’s where things start to get a little weird. Same as Frank, the “Harvey”-like-bunny-man-on-acid in the first film, she tells some poor guy the world is going to end.
Aside from Daveigh Chase (man, she’s grown up), who reprises her role as Samantha Darko, none of the original cast members return. Director Richard Kelley had nothing to with this one. The writing is dull and confusing; the acting is generally pretty awful. So, sorry Frank, but this sequel is a piece of rabbit droppings. Get it? Rabbit droppings?!
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