Pathetic dialogues, half-asleep actors and, oh, one set of bared breasts every
ten minutes are just some of the campy highlights of this shoddy, sex-obsessed
sci-fi sequel. Natasha Henstridge returns as the "alien she-bitch" who was killed
in the first film but has been recreated here as a half-human "hybrid". She
spends most of the movie in a "testosterone free" (all girl!) lab, where she's
poked and prodded and sometimes filmed in slow motion, usually while jogging
on a treadmill. (Needless to say, covert government agencies do not issue sports
Her big scene is at the end, when she gets to drop her dress opposite an alien
sex partner (Justin Lazard), who, of course, gets to keep his jeans on. He's
human on the outside, but has "hostile DNA" in his system - so hostile, in fact,
that every sexual encounter with an Earth woman leaves her dead and bloodied,
usually from an exploding belly (and baby boys keep popping out everywhere!).
There's more, of course, and not a damn bit of it deserves to be taken seriously.
We even have Richard Belzer as the President who takes upon himself the task
of putting an end to this nonsense. Henstridge's vital statistics are great.
And since this film was released as a porn-flick, the inanity notwithstanding,
the respective viewers may please grace the theaters.