Martin Echavarria

Where can I start. This film is frankly a shallow depiction of gender stereotypes that make individuality the pinnacle of love relations. As if in only finding yourself you can then have a relationship? The primacy of the individual in the age of narcissism. If that is not bad enough, the end of the film is topped off with a nihilist idealization of life. You deal with it and then you die. You really can't do any internal work to connect with the self that can mend the discontinuities and find peace, fulfillment and gratitude in life in relationship to others you love and share a life with. You basically have to simply give up. A movie, as many of today, is devoid of depth, reflection and work of true existential gender struggle that seems so apparent in 'modernity'.

Honestly, the movie in my opinion was a ruse to get people to pay up and see the next film, which in many instances is exactly the same as the first. What a complete waste of valuable time. Yes the special effects in water where really amazing but it's cultural conversations around different peoples and the narrative of blood-link and lines is frankly passe and speaks more to tribalism than anything else. I expected so much more, and like most sequels, it was even made the first film worse. Will I ever learn!