For all the talk of bigger spectacle on Brat 2 it's the aimlessness that stalls, over 2 hours a bared plot that lacks the odd detours of the predecessor. The road trip through America is a great montage stretched too long, its ambiguous indictments of both countries involved a tad simple. The increased body count cheapens the rawness it otherwise earns. 2.5
More music, gritty streets, and post-Cold War disillusionment. I personally thought the first one was more artistically rendered and less preachy, but this one also has its merits, especially when put into the framework of its time, when so many Russians were emigrating to the States and discovering that the star and striped life really was not all it was painted to be. The ending really delivered.