Are There Any Sequels To Duplex?

Zero sequels, which is kinda refreshing? Not every movie needs a franchise. 'Duplex' works because it’s a self-contained nightmare with a perfect punchline. Though if Barrymore and Stiller ever reunite for a spiritual successor—maybe about a cursed vacation rental—I’d buy tickets day one.

Man, I wish there were sequels to 'Duplex'! That 2003 dark comedy with Ben Stiller and Drew Barrymore was such a weirdly fun ride—imagine if they kept going with the whole 'elderly tenant From Hell' premise. But nope, no official follow-ups exist. It’s one of those movies that feels like it could’ve spawned a franchise, maybe exploring different nightmare neighbors or locations. Like, what if they moved into a haunted apartment next? Or a dystopian corporate housing complex? The potential was there, but sadly, it’s a standalone gem. Still, I’d totally watch 'Triplex' if Danny DeVito ever decided to revisit the chaos.

Honestly, the lack of sequels might be for the best. 'Duplex' had this perfect balance of cringe and absurdity that’s hard to replicate. Too many follow-ups could’ve diluted its charm—looking at you, 'Meet the Parents' sequels. Sometimes, one-and-done films just hit right. Though if anyone finds a bootleg script for a sequel buried in a studio vault, call me immediately.

I’ve dug through every corner of the internet, and nope—'Duplex' stands alone. It’s a shame because the premise is ripe for expansion. Picture this: a prequel about the old lady’s reign of terror in previous homes, or a spin-off where the apartment building itself is the villain, 'The Shining'-style. The movie’s mix of physical comedy and existential dread is weirdly timeless. If they ever reboot it, they’d need to keep that R-rated edge; sanitizing it for a generic sequel would ruin the magic. For now, I just rewatch the original and daydream about what could’ve been.

No sequels, but man, does 'Duplex' leave you craving more! It’s like that one-off joke that’s so good, you wish it became a running gag. Imagine a series where Stiller’s character keeps relocating, only to face progressively worse living situations—a sentient smart home, a landlord who’s literally a demon, or a roommate who’s a time traveler messing with the plumbing. The confined chaos of the original had such a unique vibe, like 'The war of the roses' meets 'Home Alone.' Hollywood’s obsession with sequels these days makes it surprising this one never got a follow-up. Maybe it’s secretly a blessing; some stories are better left as lightning in a bottle.