Unwatchable if you're expecting something with the feel of the first one, which had great slow burn subtext and interesting family dynamics wrapped around an intriguing mystery with moral quandaries for the characters to navigate. Each character in the sequel is a leaden parody of a type with no depth or subtly or real relationship to each other. Blanc is here just a collection of silly quirks. There's no one to root for. The actors are there just to wear the clothes and prance around the sets. The parodies are lame and, to be fair, a lot less fun given the news of the last couple of years.

The writer/director seems to have come down with popular-itis, where the thrill of having famous people clamor to be in your sequel and of having the power to direct beautiful women in bikinis all days overrides all interest in story and character. Middle aged men surrounded by beautiful slim women is a Hollywood power player trope that makes for a very boring film.