Though I found the first movie a gigantic piece of bullcrap hidden behind a colorful outfit, like a less explosive Michael Bay, it made good money on the box office that I was shocked the sequel would be Netflix only. What kind of script was so bad only Netflix would accept?
Two excruciating hours later, I discovered why.
This movie isn't funny. This movie isn't a good detective movie. This movie has no reason to exist. It's more of the same bullcrap but even more obnoxious about how Rian Johson thinks America is rotten to the core with its two-dimensional parodies of american celebrities walking through the screen and a sole minority female character who is presented as the total paragon of virtue.
Also, my god, this is the third consecutive time in his filmography that some kind of legacy is horribly destroyed to supposedly hurt the villain despite the fact way more than the villain would be hurt by its destruction. I'm not so surprised Johnson doesn't learn from criticism: in Knives Out, Johnson portrayed those who criticized the Last Jedi as porn-addicted neo nazi losers. Please, I'm not a neo-Nazi.
Also, you may have noticed, I didn't talk about Daniel Craig character yet but that is because just like last time he is a plank reciting lines and not a proper character.
Like Dr. Dolittle 2, this thing somehow founds it way to the theaters, but it should only be watched by extremely drunk people. I'm a teetotaler.