Even after suffering numerous gunshot wounds that would have killed an elephant in the initial movie from 1987, time has been kind to “Jerry” (Terry Quinn), who now attends sessions with his relaxed therapist while residing in a supposedly secure facility. Predictably, it turns out not to be very secure at all, and following a violent escape, he begins searching for a new family unit. It doesn't require much effort before he finds "Carol" (Meg Foster), a single mother, and her son “Todd” (Jonathan Brandis). By posing as a helpful counselor, he cleverly inserts himself into their lives. She already has other men interested in her, but the rest of the storyline is fairly obvious. The performances and script are noticeably average—it’s hard to know if that's even a sensible combination—and it adheres rigidly to established patterns, practically screaming "television movie" from beginning to end. Quinn fails to convey any real sense of threat, and as the ending approaches, events include a broom closet, a hammer, and some wedding cake. He does whistle a pleasant melody, though; however, this is ultimately uninspired and imitative, unfortunately.

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