The American border policy is caged children screaming.
We need a sober conversation.
One crosser mumbles an Islamic prayer and blows himself up.
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More suicide bombs follow.
The trail leads to the cartels, so its a Vast Foreigner Conspiracy, terrorists and drug lords.
The government gives Matt a huge retaliation budget, tells him to declare war on everyone.
His strategy is simple: Were America, bitch.
This all happens in, like, the first 20 minutes.
2015sSicariostarred Emily Blunt as a naive FBI agent spiraling through borderland ultraviolence.
It was an austere, well-photographed, phony piece of crap, in love with its own demonic swagger.
Del Toro is one of the great presences of our age.
Alejandro, a tormented bad man, made anyone good look boring.
This sequel banishes Blunt, and her blunt outrage.
Its a bit better, a lot dumber.
The new tones set early.
Alejandro assassinates a cartel functionary in broad daylight.
He executes the man, firing his gun exactly (I counted) 417 times.
SoSicario 2is junk, but its stylish junk.
Matt and Alejandro kidnap a drug heiress (Isabela Moner), whose survival becomes a five-ring geopolitical circus.
And we meet Miguel (Elijah Rodriguez), a Mexican-American teen with a future in the people-smuggling trade.
Newcomer Rodriguez is powerful, simmering, a bit sad Benicio-esque, in a word.
The riotous first act gives way to sensitivity, complicates the initial terror.
Taylor Sheridans script cant always get away from hyperbole.
A nameless president is evoked, hilariously.
Brolin is having fun; the other actors arent always served as well.
Moner was great inTransformers 5,I swear, and she gets a spiky introduction.
But her characters reduced to a symbol of Alejandros moral code, a Plot Thing That Must Be Rescued.
Del Toros still great.
His quiet toughness makes this pulp feel like poetry.
