In no way, at any point, did anyone go cave exploring or run into horrible mole men. This is the single worst sequel to a movie ever. I have no idea why anyone would even option the rights to a modern classic in both visceral and psychological horror, only to turn around and make this pile of crap. And moving it from the woods/caves of western Europe to the serene Hawaii? Beyond stupid. I just don't get it.
I thought this film had quite a lot of potential but in the end left me with the bitter aftertaste of artificiality and commercialism. There is the huge journey and in the end we are led to the conclusion, an obvious one at that, but we have no resolution -- no satisfaction, no lessons learned. Just nothing. Maybe this is some sort of statement on existentialist malaise. Maybe not. I didn't buy it.
Partiendo de un material potencialmente melodramático, Alexander Payne construye una película llena de momentos tragicómicos de verdadero calado emocional. Todo el elenco está en estado de gracia (mención aparte a Shailene Woodley y Amara Miller...enormes) George Clooney ofrece, probablemente, su interpretación más lograda hasta la fecha.
Hopefully average, painfully ordinary, hum-drum knows no bounds as George Clooney frowns down in Hawaii, Payne's flower shirt ode to everyday troubles where beautiful people have troubles too even in paradise where the last known refuge of the soul is anything but cheating wives and cowardly husbands. Fine when OK is good drama enough but downers are still down irrespective of awards that do well to celebrate bland.