Life is good for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. They've slain the Shredder, and scattered his clan of evil ninja ("The Foot") to the winds. They're staying in their friend April's nifty apartment - a big step up from their old sewer base, I think you would agree - and the pizza is flowing hot and frequent.
Of course, into every ninja turtle's life a little ninja rain must fall. The first drops splash down when shadowy company Techno Global Research Industries (TGRI) begins clearing an old site of canisters filled with glowing ooze: the self -same ooze that led to the "mutant" part of the turtles' name! They set out to make sure the ooze doesn't fall into the wrong hands ...
... and well, wouldn't you know that The Foot aren't quite as scattered or defeated as they first appeared? Or, in fact, that tales of the demise of the Shredder might be quite as inaccurate as those regarding Mark Twain? Because yep, old Shred-Head is back, with a plan to create his own killer mutants with which to overcome "turtle power".
The original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles film was a big hit, so the quick move to release a sequel is hardly a surprise. Unfortunately, those in charge of the production were worried about charges that the first film had been too dark and violent (and for families used to the sanitised Archie Comics version of the characters, it was probably something of a shock). To say that they over-corrected is a significant understatement. The turtles mug constantly for the camera, and every fight scene becomes a goofy parade of slapstick antics. I'm frankly surprised no-one manages to slip on a banana peel. The plot and acting is similarly juvenile and dim-witted, with the stupid piling ever higher until we discover that Shredder 2.0 might well be the mot inept villain in the history of inept vilainy.
Not good, and not even the good kind of bad.
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