It was The Rolling Stones who once asked listeners for sympathy for the devil. Don’t Breathe 2 pursues that similarly. Asking viewers to feel any ounce of emotional guilt for Stephen Lang’s The Blind Man is difficult after the events of Don’t Breathe. But that is the direction director Rodo Sayagues goes. A passing of the baton from director to director should offer up some difference in visual style or story competency. Not here. The identical opening shot, the movement down the road with the high-pitched squeals of the horror genre soundtrack. It all lingers unlovingly, and Don’t Breathe 2 is just that. A completely unloved feature that has little to offer that can take this character beyond anything the first film offered.