Quickly, we learned that the monkshood isn’t the be all to end all, and Bridgette, the younger Fitzgerald sista’ becomes our movie’s focus. Trying to thwart that dreaded lycanthropy, Bridgette becomes her own medical cadaver on which to practice. However, after doping up on her homemade concoction, she awakens to find herself in drug rehab. Now picture this: girl who needs drugs to keep from killing kept away from said drugs, other chicks with nasty attitudes, disorderly orderlies, and, of course, a hospital with an old abandoned ward...can’t you just taste the potential mayhem! Oddly, the whole scenario takes an unseen plot twist with the introduction of Ghost, one scary little gal. Was Ginger Snaps a necessary sequel? In the end, we can only imagine the director saying, “What do you mean we’re going to make a sequel? There’s what? Fourteen prone girls being instructed on touching themsel...hell yeah, we’ll make this movie!” And we’re watching it. Again. And again. And again.
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