Mannequin: On the Move

A young department store intern falls in love with a female store mannequin who is really a peasant girl fallen under a thousand year spell. She comes to life whenever he removes the cursed necklace from her.
⭐⭐ – Mannequin 2: On the Move – A Case of Diminishing Magic
Mannequin 2: On the Move has one thing working in its favour: it’s perfectly watchable. That’s about where the praise stops. If you loved the original and are hoping for a bit more of that whimsical, enchanted-mannequin magic, this sequel might entertain you — but it definitely feels like the child-friendly, toned-down version of a much better film.
The hijinks are still there, but they’ve been dialled down into a more cartoonish space. The plot relies on the same gag of the mannequin reverting at the worst possible time, there’s a toy-like race car gag that feels aimed more at kids than anyone else, and the romance is never as heartfelt or convincing as the first.
Kristy Swanson steps into the starring role, and while she’s fine, she lacks the spark and chemistry that Kim Cattrall brought to the original. Seeing Meshach Taylor return as Hollywood should be comforting — and his signature flamboyance is still a highlight — but the character’s arc gets muddled here. He remembers the mannequin magic happening before… yet spends half the movie in disbelief when it happens again. That kind of inconsistency is a perfect example of how the sequel can’t quite keep its story straight.
It’s harmless, lightweight, and occasionally charming — but it ultimately proves that some magic isn’t meant to be bottled twice. I watched it again after more than a decade and… well, that seems like the right interval. I’ll likely do so again — in another decade.
🧃 Pairing: A fruit punch juice box — colourful, sugary, fine for a quick sip, but lacking the flavour you'll remember once the straw’s empty.
Mannequin: On the Move

⭐⭐ – Mannequin 2: On the Move – A Case of Diminishing Magic
Mannequin 2: On the Move has one thing working in its favour: it’s perfectly watchable. That’s about where the praise stops. If you loved the original and are hoping for a bit more of that whimsical, enchanted-mannequin magic, this sequel might entertain you — but it definitely feels like the child-friendly, toned-down version of a much better film.
The hijinks are still there, but they’ve been dialled down into a more cartoonish space. The plot relies on the same gag of the mannequin reverting at the worst possible time, there’s a toy-like race car gag that feels aimed more at kids than anyone else, and the romance is never as heartfelt or convincing as the first.
Kristy Swanson steps into the starring role, and while she’s fine, she lacks the spark and chemistry that Kim Cattrall brought to the original. Seeing Meshach Taylor return as Hollywood should be comforting — and his signature flamboyance is still a highlight — but the character’s arc gets muddled here. He remembers the mannequin magic happening before… yet spends half the movie in disbelief when it happens again. That kind of inconsistency is a perfect example of how the sequel can’t quite keep its story straight.
It’s harmless, lightweight, and occasionally charming — but it ultimately proves that some magic isn’t meant to be bottled twice. I watched it again after more than a decade and… well, that seems like the right interval. I’ll likely do so again — in another decade.
🧃 Pairing: A fruit punch juice box — colourful, sugary, fine for a quick sip, but lacking the flavour you'll remember once the straw’s empty.
