Where most sequels squeal like a pig, SPINAL TAP II: THE END CONTINUES revels like a pig in shit.
Forty years in the faking, SPINAL TAP II: THE END CONTINUES is a fake it till we make it mock it while we rock it picture as we pick up on the trio of septuagenarians fifteen years after they have played together as a band.
Intrepid documentary film maker, Marty Di Bergi tracks down the trio working in some bizarre gigs.
Nigel Tufnel has started a cheese and guitar shop and coupled up with Scottish lass, Moira, a relationship of G strings and Gruyere, frets and fetta.
David St.Hubins is domiciled in a Californian coastal town playing in a mariachi band and Derek Smalls is proprietor of a glue museum.
They are coerced to perform one final concert in New Orleans by their former manager’s daughter, Faith Hope, aided by schlock impresario, Simon Howler, a rock entrepreneur who doesn’t like music.
Christopher Guest, Michael McKean, and Harry Shearer reunite as the original band with Rob Reiner reprising his role as Marty as well as occupying the director’s chair again.
The supreme silliness is distilled from a script from that same gang and features an impressive line up of notable guests, particularly Paul McCartney featured in a studio singalong with the band, and Elton John who appears in an unhinged Stonehenged finale fiasco.
There are other familiar faces from forty years ago, but one of the great revelations of SPINAL TAP II: THE END CONTINUES is Valerie Franco as new drummer, Didi Crockett, a pocket rocket of percussive powerhouse finesse.
SPINAL TAP II: THE END CONTINUES shows that Spinal Tap has not run out of sap – sequel like a pig, a slick purse out of an era never ending. Long may the end continue.
