MacDara Conroy’s review published on Letterboxd :
It wears the same suit as its predecessor, but it’s an ill fit. Most of that’s down to Taylor Sheridan’s script, which comes off like ideas cast off from the first go-around, haphazardly sewn together, and with a depressingly facile right-wing bent. A red herring set-up involving Daesh-esque suicide bombers is a desperate appeal to Trump-voting racists in a way the original’s all-out bleakness never went.
Meanwhile, in the absence of Emily Blunt’s character, or someone like her, our sympathies are expected to lie with Josh Brolin’s amoral agent of chaos, and Benicio del Toro’s grief-warped death dealer. The latter’s reinvention as the hero of the piece – not even the anti-hero – is particularly hard to stomach when his presence in the original was so monstrous. File under ‘could have done better’.