A couple months ago it may not have played as Elon Musk anti-fan fiction, but here we are, and there’s nothing we can do about this result. Because it now feels so shaped by a present discourse, mostly intentionally but also because of mere timing, the film will always be of this time and moment. It certainly has one the finest ensembles of the year, is consistently funny, but the mystery at the center feels really hollow, and again, too modern to have the long-lasting stickiness of the first movie, which I suspect could be watched in twenty years with the same outcomes, while this one wouldn’t have the same results. Still loads of fun when it’s working and lightly befuddling when it’s not and it’s just spinning the onion at the end, realizing the layers do not so much as come off to reveal a satisfying ending, but that the final state of the onion — so to speak — is exactly the same at the start and the end. Maybe too much Netflix money in its pockets, we get some fine new characters and an entertaining film everyone should watch, but who will continue watching it?