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.
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.