Do Jeito que Elas Querem: O Próximo Capítulo

When an AI script generator is fed "cliches about older women" "Italy tourism brochures" and "text from wine-themed decor items," this is what's spit out. I left 2/3 of the way through so I'm not technically qualified to give a full review... but I had to force myself to stay that long. Jane Fonda was particularly assaulted by the script, but none were spared. Even Italy should fire their agent over this one~ no hackneyed tourist trap was overlooked, no cliche left out. I need 118 more characters for this review to post but the movie was so dull that further criticism is fruit hanging too low. Just. Don't. Do It.

Book Club: The Next Chapter Is the sequel to the first Book Club movie from 2018. Both films are directed, part written and produced by Bill Holderman.

After the corona pandemic and having read many books because of this, the friends of the book club decide to travel to Italy. They also use this trip as a bachelorette party for Vivian (Jane Fonda) who has been proposed to by her partners. During their journey they experience many pleasant and less pleasant things.

Unfortunately, this sequel quickly comes across as unnecessary, because for a second book club film, little is read or really talked about books. The members of the club go on a vacation alone in this sequel, to admire some culture and fashion styles.

In the beginning, the film also responds to the current situation of the corona pandemic, but does little with this after bringing it up. It just gives the characters an extra reason to want to travel to Italy. During this trip they show beautiful images of famous places and buildings in Italy, but besides showing these things, little is done with them.

The story also remains on a predictable side and remains somewhat the same as many other comedy in which characters take a journey. Thanks to unrealistic or forced moments, the film also loses some of its credible sides and sometimes goes on unnecessarily too long. The movie could have been ten minutes shorter.

The acting is well done by the four actresses who play the friends. They again come across as real friends who have known each other for a long time and are friends with each other. Thanks to the lesser story, they only get little to work with or to do something special with their roles.

Due to the predictable sides, most comedy also has a predictable side. The actresses know how to portray this in appropriate ways in the film, but the final punchline is often not as funny as it could have been.

In the end, this is an unnecessary sequel, which can be fun for fans of the first part, but for a better film, they should also just watch the first part again. In the other place where the story takes place, this film remains somewhat the same as the first film.

I waited for this movie with great anticipation. The actors have done fine work in the past, and the previous Book Club movie was nicely done.

But this Book Club: The Next Chapter is so flimsy it is embarrassing, mainly to women in general. As if women live in a world of teenage dreams and have no way of solidifying their identity without resorting to superficial concerns and external validations.

For instance, the constant emphasis on clothes, or on how men love or do not love the women, or on the ideal, magical trip that is supposed to liberate you, or on what the fates want for you, or on what signs you are being given about your "destiny" - all this is just so tiresome and empty.

The characters never seemed to be concerned about anything except their own private selves.

And the ending was preposterous. It made the women seem as if they were completely inconsistent.

Book Club was one the surprise hits of the summer of 2018 and was a film I enjoyed a lot more than I expected. It was no classic, but it was a breezy way to spend a few summer hours. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly if you know Hollywood, a sequel was commissioned. The Next Chapter really doesn't have much of the charm of the original and doesn't make a compelling case for existing.

There are a few laughs here and there, but not enough to overcome the mountains of painful double entendres and speeches about friendship. Everyone seems to just be going through the motions and ready to collect their paychecks. But hey, at least there is some stunning Italian scenery to enjoy.

Book Club: The Next Chapter is a film so lazy it almost feels as if it were written by AI instead of living, breathing human beings. It's got plenty of zingers and the cast tries their best to deliver them as best they can, but even the finest thespians in the world can't make this dialogue sound realistic. The story is non-existent as the four lead characters go from tourist spot to tourist spot, drinking wine, telling corny sex jokes, and offering up cliche proverbs about friendship that are so stale and tired that they're gag inducing. The first film was no fine masterpiece, but it at least had a little more substance to it. This is simply a waste of a fine cast, but I hope they enjoyed their trip to Italy.