I went into Five Nights at Freddy’s 2 totally expecting the standard sequel escalation, you know, bigger jumps, louder stings, and animatronics dialed up to nightmare levels. I figured the studio would just take the "more is more" approach that usually kills horror franchises by the second installment. But honestly? The movie actually knows exactly what it’s trying to be, and it stays remarkably disciplined. It’s "gateway horror" in the truest sense. It’s built for tweens who want the thrill of being scared without the actual lifelong trauma of a hard-R slasher, and it handles that balance with a ton of confidence. It understands that for a ten-year-old, the sound of a mechanical joint clicking in a dark hallway is way more effective than a bucket of fake blood. The film sets the stakes early with a heavy flashback to 1982, showing us the origin of the tragedy at the very first Freddy’s location. It’s a grim opening that establishes the long-standing rivalry and the...