Nobody 2: More Punches, Less Patience

If Nobody left you craving more fists, fury, and fatherly charm, Nobody 2 delivers with the subtlety of a sledgehammer in a china shop. Bob Odenkirk once again dons his not-so-average dad persona, proving that John Wick might have the style, but Hutch Mansell has scrappy appeal. The sequel wastes no time literally starting mid-punch. The action is relentless, swift, and absurdly more satisfying than the original. Speaking of absurd, the vacation subplot? A delightful detour. Watching the family venture to Plummerville—reminded me of family road trips to Myrtle Beach and passing countless signs for South of the Border. (Yes, it still exists. Yes, it’s been renovated and yes, I digress.) Plummerville on the other hand looks more CNE than Canada’s Wonderland, but it fits. This isn’t a movie about glossy perfection. It’s about messy chaos wrapped in explosive action sequences. Performance-wise, Sharon Stone channels her inner Sam Rockwell while John Ortiz shows off his versatility once again. Sure, a smidge more substance would’ve been nice, but let's be real: you’re not here for existential musings. You’re here to watch Bob Odenkirk wreak havoc. Nobody 2 is a vacation from reality—cheap aesthetic and all—and I’d book a return trip any day.