Every second is the essence of trauma, an absolute bludgeoning to human sensation. Every joke either stale and formulaic or blatantly tasteless without style or substance to make it attractive, as other movies and video games have done successfully. Examples include We Happy Few upcoming in 2018, 1984 by George Orwell, or Brave New World by Adolus Huxley.
Mel Gibson's performance is a far cry from his Braveheart days, essentially portraying a racist tough love based father, and comic foil to Will Ferrel's ultrasensitive father from the prequel. Gibson delivers little value. Weak, tasteless lines provided with zero passion or semblance of coherent sociocultural intelligence, (dead hookers are the flavor of the month for the script commissions) visual garbage on the screen.
Occasionally the movie sidetracks from Holocaust denial humor to placate the festering boils of pus and blood across your saturated eyelids with a pratfall skirmish between the protagonists over a fucking thermostat, and another useless feud, a faux movie starring Liam Neeson, who doesn't deserve to be dragged into this ghastly poison of a flick – but both are immediately neutered out into stupidity and darkness by the sheer ineptitude and fatalistic malice that fuels the production of this film.
This film is an ugly Orwellian nightmare come true. It stinks of poison. No one anywhere within a million mile radius should waste one nanosecond of time watching its degeneracy and filth. Fuck everything about this sequel it doesn't deserve kindness, mercy or any compassion for being an eloquent rancid festering turd. A rock-bottom film for Mel Gibson, a blight on good actors such as Liam Neeson and Will Ferrel and a director Will Ferrel needs to get far away from to reclaim his glory, for he can do better than this disgusting travesty. Far better than such a trashy delivery and insensitive, maladaptive plot.
Final Verdict:
0/10 (Abysmal Garbage)
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