Still surprisingly effective in spite of some pretty bad acting, that seriously-WTF ending, and Pinhead's over-exposure in later years.
Imaginative, exciting, funny, and even scary, this isn't just a great sequel — I'd say it's one of the truly great franchise films. It perfectly understands the possibilities and limitations of its cultural and industrial context, and puts them into play without being an asshole about it.
As much as I should (and mostly do) dislike this film, I find myself returning to it time and again, probably drawn in by more than my fascination for Tony Scott's lurid high-contrast aesthetics or yet another powerful but one-dimensional Denzel Washington performance. The whole thing is politically, ideologically, and in most other ways impossible to defend, and yet it has the powerful taste of good, slippery pulp fiction, its many overblown idiocies adding to rather than detracting from its strength as a film. Moth, meet flame.