Because it inspired countless shallow rip-offs, the original Porky's is remembered as a dumb teenage sex comedy. Actually, though, it was a sweet, almost sentimental coming-of-age story, albeit one populated by copious nude, nubile teens. Perhaps the smear on the Porky's name was the result of this misconceived sequel, which magnifies almost all of the original film's salaciousness while maintaining none of its quiet craft or emotional resonance. With the exception of Kim Cattrall's pheromone-sniffing ladies' P.E. teacher, most of the original cast return. But their characters, once so well-defined, are barely distinguishable thanks to returning writer/director Bob Clark's haphazard screenplay and indifferent direction. The big comedy and action set-pieces of the original are replaced here by unfunny, over-the-top, practical-joke scenarios and grotesque caricatures of small-town politicians and clergymen. The quiet social conscience, meanwhile, is reduced to an underwritten role for Joseph Running Fox as a put-upon Native American student. A subplot involving a school production of several Shakespearean scenes provides little except the opportunity to titter at teen boys in tights -- not exactly highbrow stuff. Only one unexpectedly sweet early scene between Dan Monahan's hapless Pee Wee and Kaki Hunter's tough-girl Wendy provides even a moment of recognizable human emotion. Alas, it isn't enough to save Porky's 2 from one too many jokes involving apocalyptic bathroom breaks, naked Ku Klux Klan members, and Pee Wee's quest to host a gang-bang.