I'm baffled, befuddled and, quite frankly, disappointed. Although Icewoman 1 was by no means a perfect film, it did manage to follow a discernible plotline, and had some incredibly hot sex in it. Oh, how I wish I could say the same for Part 2.

The underlying theme of "undying love through the ages" is still present, but Part 2 takes us across town by way of Pluto. Just to make sure I wasn't spacing out, I watched this film not once, but twice—all the way through. Repeated exposure didn't clear up any of the plot convolutions which tend to come from the void and seem to be headed back in the same direction. The saving grace of Part 1— namely incredible sex — has been reduced to lukewarm "by-the-numbers" couplings in Part 2, with the added distraction of very confusing editing. The continuity problem reaches its zenith when Tom Byron's caveman wig miraculously disappears mid-way through his office romp with Ashlyn Gere — which proves to be the hottest thing going on this tape.

I kept suspecting that I was either A) watching a rough edit of the film, or B) having an uncontrollable flashback. Whatever the explanation, the fact remains that Part 2 is inferior to its predecessor — and by a rather noticable margin. Of course, those who saw Part 1 will want to see the conclusion, so there's your marketing strategy, in addition to a pretty box featuring Ashlyn Gere.