Liam Miller Castles

This movie doubles down on all the bad parts of the first movie — the gratuitous violence, the cultural appropriation, the sexism. It’s James Cameron’s whitewashed impression of indigenous peoples, mashed into one, along with his idea of being a good father, which consists of many “yes, sirs” and occasionally holding them by their hair or neck so they can’t get away. It’s tacky and grossly westernized, and the violence is too much to stomach. The image of a severed arm along with its former owner flying through the air won’t stop turning through my mind. I wish I’d walked out.