Please don't spend money on this.

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

The movie really just wants to entertain people.

A troublesome woman named Morgana (Holly Fields) botches a robbery attempt, getting her boyfriend Eric and an innocent security guard killed in the process. To make matters even worse, Morgana awakens the ancient Djinn, ravished four souls to rule the earth. The Djinn takes blame for the murder in human form as Nathaniel, getting Morgana off the hook. Morgana succumbs to her guilt, electing the help of former flame, now religious Gregory (Johansson). OK, I fully admit that this can be cheesy fun at certain junctures. That doesn't mean it's a very good movie. Believe it or not, half of this movie is played for laughs. It doesn't know whether to take itself fully serious or be comedic. The Djinn going to prison storyline was admittedly amusing in doses with some funny jokes. But it felt a bit out of place as well. Think along the lines of Nightmare on Elm Street II: Freddy's Revenge when it comes to this movie, only not as entertaining. The gore is where this movie really delivers, but it is rather obtuse at times. I'm talking some really outlandish things. Ever seen someone literally "F" themselves before? How about somebody violently being forced through a jail cell? If that doesn't wet your appetite, we also get the finale in the casino, which is fun times. The oddest thing has to be a woman crapping out a bunch of gold tokens. The acting is decent. Andrew Divoff is fun as the Wishmaster. The makeup is starting to get too elaborate and corny, but he fires off one-liners with the best of them, "He needed to chill out" Holly Fields is excellent as the lead. She's a bit unsympathetic at times, but she ultimately won me over with sheer talent. Paul Johansson is a bit bland as the religious love interest. That was a major complaint of mine. They could have gone really deep with the love story between Morgana & Gregory, but it was done in a haphazardly way. It was far too rushed for me and the potential was there for something memorable. I didn't care for the contrived "happy" ending either. I didn't buy it at all, it was forced. This could have been a memorable sequel if they played their cards right. What we get in lieu of that is a passable STV sequel that ends up being completely run of the mill. It is fun in a cheesy way at times, just make sure you prepare for a lot of stupidity4.9/10

After a kind of underrated first appearance, the Wishmaster got consigned to Direct to Video Perdition, where he is handled by a less talented director and less talented co-stars.This was before Divoff had the good sense to get off the crazy train, as like every movie monster from Frankenstein to Freddy Krueger, each sequel kind of diminishes you a bit.It's more or less the same plot as the first one, with a smaller budget and less talent.The change is that instead of a kind of nice girl gemologist, the protagonist here is an art thief who frees the Djinn from a different statue of Ahura Mazda, the Persian God of Plot Device. He gets sent to prison, where he kills a bunch of his fellow inmates in ironically themed wishes.It's good point. The actress playing the lead is smoking hot. And lies in bed in her underwear a lot.

"WANTED: An actor who has mastered the evil-smirk method, to play Satan without ever changing his facial expression. We're making a B-movie, so will 500 bucks do? That's approximately $2 per smirk. You need to have a distinctly silly face which we will try to pass off as evil. Also wanted is a writer: preferably unemployed, i.e. with low financial expectations, and with a penchant for very cheap word-play. You see, our Wishmaster grants wishes, but he always twists the wish semantically to screw over the person whose soul he is taking. Neat idea, huh? We don't expect this turd to go the big screen, but we should get a few dozen viewers on various retarded cable channels."W2:END is a horrible Z-grade piece of crap worthy of an MST3000 treatment every step of the way. The actor playing Satan grins like an imbecile in every scene, making one wonder whether Hell has more to do with low IQs rather than low morality. Perhaps this movie suggests that the dumb end up in Hell... Marilyn Monroe? Gregory Peck? Lady Di? It kinda wouldn't be fair; after all, they didn't ask to be born that way.The Wishmaster, who for some reason refuses to be called by his Christian name "Satan", looks about as scary as South Park's gay Devil. The movie uses the age-old cliché of a wish being twisted around so as to not fulfill the wisher's intention. I have no idea if this was supposed to be funny. It was brutally lame. I'll tell you what was funny, though: Damsel In Distress: "Tell me how to stop you!" Satan aka Wishmaster: "Now you're p***ing me off!" Our female hero can't figure out a way to semantically screw over the Devil, so in a moment of uninspired panic she screams at him hysterically for an answer! One would think that the Wishmaster would find this amusing, especially since he's basically not more than a third-rate comedian here, but instead he gets upset at her - like a little girl. This extremely silly verbal exchange is right up (or down) there with Plan 9's precious "Your stupid stupid minds!" cinema moment.Included in the movie is also a young Catholic priest who is not only heterosexual, but takes off women's bras with suspiciously expert ease and speed. Somehow that actor looks more like someone they fished out from a neighbouring porn set, than an actual celibate minister. The world it is going' a-down, and yet these two have the energy and the interest to "get it on".More nonsense comes in form a rather tiresome rule that Satan has to fulfill 1001 wishes in order to accomplish his mission. Who makes these rules, anyway? 1001? Was it Scheherazade? Ali Baba? Our Horned bad guy eventually realizes that getting 1001 morons to make a wish is actually very hard work, and he gets frustrated, finally coming up with a cunning plan involving a Las Vegas casino. All silly hell breaks loose there, which is when we get some truly bad special effects, such as a woman craping several kilos of coins. People's faces melt, there is mutilation and carnage left and right, and yet all of it seemed about as scary as watching Heidi walk her sheep through the Alps.I'll you tell what IS scary: that there are people out there who actually enjoyed W2:END for its horror "value".The movie ends with the damsel chanting "nib shugaroth baheem". Is that "this was not a smart career move for me"...? I have no idea what this catchy word-salad means, or whether sugar has anything to do with Satan's demise, but something tells me that "abracadabra" would have been just as good - and easier to pronounce. Perhaps "nib shugaroth baheem" means "we've run out of funds hence have to end this dumb movie abruptly", in some obscure Asian language. The Devil may be hell-bent on conquering Earth, but even he knows that you can't finish a movie if the bank refuses to pay out the entire agreed-upon sum...Perhaps the current financial crisis will prevent many similar wishmasterian cinematic turds from being produced in the near future? I think that would be a good thing, in spite of the fact it would mean even higher levels of unemployment among actors who specialize in the "smirk/grin method".

When an evil genie (Andrew Divoff) breaks free from the high-priced art. If anyone wants to make a wish from this genie for a price. He wants your soul and sometimes these wishes could backfire. This time, he needs thousands of souls to unleash eternal darkness upon the world. The woman (Holly Fields), who accidentally broke him free. She's the only one that could stop him, if she could outsmart this wish-master.Written and Directed by Jack Sholder (A Nightmare on Elm Street 2:Freddy's Revenge, Alone in the Dark, The Hidden) made an entertaining sequel with plenty of cheap thrills and offers some humour. Mostly this sequel is nothing more but dumb fun. Divoff seems to be having a ball in the lead. Only towards the end, the film's conclusion is unsatisfying and fun stops. Still, it is enjoyable B-Movie time waster. (*** 1/2 out of *****).