Bill And Ted Face The Music
Director: Dean Parisot
If William S. “Bill” Preston, Esq. and Ted “Theodore” Logan had really faced the music they’d have deduced that a piss-weak sequel few were waiting for arriving like luke-warm soup some 30 years after it might have first been ordered was not actually non-heinous; was in fact a bad trip.
Instead we have this.
Which nostalgic fans will call well-meaning. But nostalgic fans are themselves well-meaning. And wired to believe that a franchise becomes a franchise by the sheer addition of numbers and that said addition begets value, there is safety in numbers.
Not the case here at all. You’ll cringe, you’ll wince, you’ll wonder how long 80 minutes can really be.
And if you don’t wonder these things you are most definitely not excellent. Just like this film.
It didn’t need to happen. It shouldn’t have happened. And the harshest thing I can say is that it doesn’t’ even piss all over the legacy. It merely points out that any legacy is a fallacy. These are dumb films you can love all you like but they belong in an era. And the door on the phone booth that leads to that era should have been ordered shut by the courts.
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