Ray’s review published on Letterboxd:
Love the colors. I appreciate that there’s a reckoning with adolescent self-importance here that feels like it does matter and have substance to it, not revelatory or anything and super weighed down by how no character in the movie exists outside of a register of arrested development but a downright wellspring compared to a lot of these movies, even if Kurt Russell is also literally named Ego. I also really like that, for all the glam, a movie in which people experience traumatic feelings is closed by notes of tenderness for those people.
Otherwise, offers nothing. Not even things worth tearing down, it’s just cinematically, sonically, dramatically, comedically inert. I still really enjoy the first in my memory but I think I’ll leave it there, I keep thinking a year of recuperation will change how I feel about these movies and they’re just worse every time I return to them. See them again in 2020 when I glumly tail Gunn into another one.