This is the pointless sequel to the (s)hit horror movie that made Naomi Watts a star. Once again she and her Ritalin fiend son are stalked by the evil brat Samara, whose ghost appears from a haunted videotape. (C’mon, wouldn’t a haunted DVD be scarier?) The studio brought over Hideo Nakata, director of the original Japanese Ringu, the movie that inspired the first film to direct this one. They needn’t have bothered. Like in The Grudge, where the director of the original Japanese version, Takashi Shimzu failed to bring any life (or death) to the new American film, Nakata likewise drops the ball. He does up the ante in the unintentional laughs department. The CGI deer attack is funnier than the schizo horse in the first movie, and Watts’ catchphrase, “I’m not your fucking mommy!” is perfectly groan inducing. A good supporting cast including Simon (Land of the Dead) Baker, Elizabeth (Big) Perkins and a psycho Sissy Spacek are wasted. At least Watts does look hot and there’s a clip from one of my all time favorite cartoons, Small Fry on the tube. When will filmmakers learn little snot nosed girls on a bad hair day ARE NOT SCARY!