While this sequel fills in some of the holes presented in the timeline and story of the original Rest Stop movie, it is nonetheless unfulfilling horror with a deserted California rest stop and bathroom as a set.
Following the disappearance of the morons from the first movies, Tom (Tillman) is home on leave from the Army and looking for his missing brother. Immediately I knew he was an idiot because he had on PFC rank but called himself a corporal. Along for the ride is his alcoholic girlfriend Marilyn (Ward) - who probably would have acted better if actually drunk - and a complete train-wreck of a best friend named Jared (Norris). Animosity between the two sidekicks leads to this being a two car journey from Texas to California, and the dork is driving a beater that smokes more than a Memphis rib joint. First stupid decision of many.
Upon arrival in California, the ginger best friend gets isolated in a port-a-potty because of his IBS, and it gets tipped over by the killer from the first movie. Awash in symbolism, that kid is. Something about this movie and its locations reminds me of bowel movements. Regardless, the killer is a flannel shirt wearing hillbilly that is slightly less scary than the Brawny man. Maybe the Scrawny Brawny Man? At least he had ample supplies to clean up all the blood after he did some handy work with a drill. Do I smell a marketing opportunity here? Anyway, this dude is terrorizing innocents at this rest stop and torturing them in a refurbished school bus because a family of circus freaks and religious fanatics in a Winnebago (because that hasn't been done before) had a bloody run-in with him a few years back. Because that makes sense. Once the group makes it to the actual rest stop, there is some mumbo-jumbo explanation that eye saw right through, a few flashbacks, and a foreshadowed conclusion. The thing that gets me, though, is judging by the phonebook-sized collection of missing person flyers at the rest stop, it's apparent that the equivalent of Des Moines, IA is missing; yet, there is little police involvement. Go figure.
The positive of this film is that it the majority of the film doesn't follow an incontinent schizophrenic in and out of a feces and blood covered bathroom. Also there is no Joey Lawrence - the poor man's Keanu Reeves. Whoa!
Rent it...if you are related to one of the actors. Otherwise, skip it.