This film already violates the over-long-title rule (9 words not counting the II, sheesh!) The film also performs a privileged role of bad cinema: it doesn’t age well. Nothing like seeing Vanilla Ice rapping about the Turtles in the final battle scene, nor the constant punk-teen, surfer, pizza eating stereotype of the early nineties ad nauseum. The best moment goes to Master Splinter, however. One Turtle or other asks (and I paraphrase) “What’s Master Splinter doing alone on the roof?” to which the rat replies: “Coming… to a conclusion.” It’s all in the timing folks.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: Secret of the Ooz