I'm a fan of booze in its many flavors. Tequila is certainly high up on the list. I've consumed significant, even heroic, quantities of the agave-borne elixir. But I have never - ever - had a hangover anything close to what Craig T Nelson is going to suffer when he gets through purging the monstrosity that claws its way out of his gut.

Poltergeist 2 gets short shrift. Maybe it's deserved. Sure, the movie is a mess, overly complicating the lore established in the first one. That said, it's got some scenes that are arguably classic, not to mention the introduction of one of the spookiest bad guys in the history of horror, Kane. That ghoulish bastard with his raspy hymnals will keep a grown man awake at night.

In the film, the Freeling family moves in with Diane's mother in an effort to escape the trauma and aftermath of Carol Anne's abduction by the Beast. But the Beast is not to be put off so easily and appears in a ghostly apparition as the Reverend Kane, a religeous zealot responsible for the deaths of his many followers. His goal is simple - he wants the angelic Carol Anne; but the love of her family and the power of psychic Tangina once again unite, along with an elderly native American, to fight for her life.

It's interesting to note that for some reason, the studio decided to stray wildly from Spielberg's original premise for the sequel. In it, the portal to the other side was still gaping open on the lot of the Freling house, just after it was swallowed up at the end of the first film. The government ends up sending in the marines to explore this parallel world. That likely would have been a heck of a lot better than the Native American hoakum we were stuck with.

Check out the clip after the jump. Oh, and the Tequila monster? Designed by none other than HR Giger himself.