In 2004, Paul W.S. Anderson took the proverbial peanut butter and jelly of two sci fi series with long running comics, novels, and even previous incredible movies and gave us a rather mediocre sandwich for our dinning pleasure. Although it wasn't by any means a terrible meal, it left a bit of a peculiar aftertaste in the mouth, one that many would call the salty flavorings of the tears of franchise lovers. We have already been over my opinions of that back here, but the more important topic is that of the sequel soon to be discussed. Is it possible that the Brothers Strause threw off the shackles of bland mediocrity as they did with the PG-13 rating, or did they feebly try and salvage what was left of a situation too scarred by its plainness to make a difference?