In itself — it is not the worst movie out there and it's IN YOUR FACE attention-whore kinematography can be slightly half-amusing.

But at the point of the sequel to self-important mom's little sociopath speech — it is nearing the solidification point. Unlike somewhat sincere original "how do you do fellow kids" speech, this one targets this movie itself and all the rest of these 20-years-later-sequels and unwanted remakes and reboots. And with all anti-nostalgia dialogues in the nostalgia-driven movie with re-use of the old footage, and writer-envelope trope — watching this movie is the same as watching skinny grandpa with metre-long grey beard and bald head with spots sucking his own dick while wearing MC Hammer shirt and spitting dope rhymes, thinking he is doing break-dancing.

Overall, it's marginally less boring than the first movie, if you are into kinky grandpas.