Spinal Tap II: The End Continues (2025) (Blu-ray Review)
DIRECTED BY: Rob Reiner
STARRING: Christopher Guest, Harry Shearer, Michael McKean
RATED: R/Region: A/1:85/1080P/NUMBER OF DISCS 1
AVAILABLE FROM Decal Releasing
Spinal Tap II: The End Continues arrives decades after the original mockumentary, proving once and for all that time may soften bones, but it does absolutely nothing to soften the stupidity of rock legends who refuse to quit. And thank goodness for that.
Yes, the band is older. Yes, their hairlines have retreated faster than their drummers usually do from explosions. And yes, some of them look like they’ve been preserved in a basement refrigerator next to expired deli meat. But the miraculous thing is this: once they plug in their instruments (and the defibrillator), they’re still the same gloriously clueless icons we fell in love with.
The sequel leans fully into the absurdity of aging rock stars trying to remain relevant—think of it as a retirement home with better guitars and significantly worse decision-making. The jokes land with a satisfying thud (in the best Tap tradition), the music still slaps in that “I can’t believe this is technically competent” kind of way, and the band’s total lack of self-awareness shines brighter than any stage light they can afford in 2025.
There’s a plot here, technically, involving one last tour, a documentary crew that probably should’ve worn helmets, and enough ego-driven chaos to power a mid-sized city. But let’s be real: nobody watches Spinal Tap movies for plot. We watch them to see Nigel Tufnel wax poetic about amplifiers, Derek Smalls survive yet another personal crisis involving questionable props, and David St. Hubbins remain just earnest enough that you briefly wonder if the band really believes any of this nonsense.
Spoiler: they absolutely do.
Is the movie perfect? Of course not. Perfection is for bands who don’t lose drummers like most people lose pens. But what Spinal Tap II gets right—magnificently, idiotically, joyously right—is the spirit of the original. The satire is sharp, the performances are delightfully deranged, and the laughs are big enough to register on a seismograph.
In short: it’s a sequel nobody asked for, everybody secretly wanted, and absolutely deserves to exist. Crank it up. Not to eleven—this time they finally found a knob that goes to twelve.
Extras
- HDR PRESENTATION OF THE FILM
- DOLBY ATMOS AUDIO TRACK
- Deleted Scenes
- Trailers
- Optional English SDH and Spanish subtitles for the main feature
