Sometimes you just cry your fucking eyes out for the last ten minutes of a mediocre movie, okay. Reunions, deaths, loves, renewals, inevitabilities all have their impact. The implications of the last film's ending seem erased here, though, in some ways, and the struggle feels at times like a rehash, redirected from lovers to family in the end. It's a weak facsimile of the original, itself a flawed by emotionally powerful movie. Shirley MacLaine reigns here, and her relationships with Rosie and Patsy especially feel worth exploring. But we don't see enough of Rosie (despite this, that arc is what made me cry the most), and Patsy is less a character than a recurring gag up til the end. This should have been left alone, she says as she wipes the stain of salt and water from her face.
Kathleen's VHS Collection 2017: 88/100