In several walks of life and industry, there is a credo saying you shouldn't go back. Now occasionally, this turns out to be false, but in Watts' case on The Ring Two, it's shamefully correct. Don't get me wrong, The Ring Two isn't exactly the worst film ever if taken by itself, it's halfway competent. Yet you can't take it by itself it comes as an extension of The Ring, and suffers for it. The problem was that the The Ring was such a trailblazer that a sequel would negate everything that made it good the unique threat, the awesome premise and the acting performances. Watts' performance here suffers because it's a pale imitation of her last, and hamstrung by the occasionally bananas plot, the repetition doesn't flatter. In the first, we could get behind the whole thing, precisely because it was new and bold. Yet in this, Watts' maternal shtick is somewhat diluted, entirely because the film takes a running jump into stupidity, turning what was once a clever exercise in chills and character into a jump-horror you might see in a Platinum Dunes remake. Naturally, the whole thing drags Watts down with it.